Think you do a real job? Think you dress for it? Hell no. You ain't got a spot on NASA during the 60's. Look at these coiffed geniuses, hair as sharp as their calculations, changing the world one planet at a time. YOU disgust me, turning up for working in your pinstripe monstrosity. Bet you've never pulled a 48 hour shift to get 3 heroes home safe with nothing more than a calculator and a pack of smokes.
Showing posts with label nasa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nasa. Show all posts
Saturday, 6 March 2010
you can almost smell the pipe smoke
Labels:
60s,
apollo,
mission control,
nasa,
space
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