Won’t clean his room, sit like a punk,
play video games like all day long.
Won’t clean his crib, sit tight and strong
on his old couch, just drink his beer.
And so when it became quite clear
that there’s too much space-junk in space,
a danger to the human race,
they called him to the President.
But he sure had no real intent
to do shit. There was no real hope.
Jeff said it clearly: No ma’am, nope!
Drawing this comic made me recall this quote by U.S Admiral (ret.) William H. McRaven:
“If you want to change the world, start off by making your bed”
Here’s another comic featuring NASA.