Bam. Pow. To the Mother-Effing Moon.

Next week (Monday to be exact) marks the 40th anniversary of the Apollo 11 mission to the moon.

As a boy, I used to look up into the night sky and imagine what it might be like to be an astronaut. Did my vision look more Millennium Falcon than Apollo 11? Hell yes. But, the fact that men had actually set foot on the moon amazed me -- even though Great Uncle Arthur would always tell me the entire thing was a "horseshit hoax filmed in the desert" and make me go and get him another beer.

So, when I read about the upcoming anniversary in the news, I paused and let my mind drift back to a simpler time. I glared upward into the evening sky. What would it be like if I went to the moon today? Better yet, what would it be like if the Funktards went to the moon? This video, which contains its fair share of NSFW language, pretty much sums it up:



On my way to visit Great Uncle Arthur's leisure-suit-wearing ass this weekend, I'm gonna pick up a 12-pack and watch this video with him. Then, I'm going to try to convince him that the video is actually of Dalton and me -- that we went to the fucking moon. Then I'll hand him another beer, and the good times they will roll.