Don’t Tell My Mother I’m In… is a National Geographic show, where they travel all over and experience life in out of the way places. See the video below for an example. This Astronaut Don’t Tell My Mom T Shirt must mean, don’t tell my mom I’m on the moon. Am I getting this right? Can somebody help me with this. I’m sure I’ve grasped all the implications.
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This From the Ashes T Shirt is an astronaut with a halo of ash enveloping him. Probably similar to what it really looked like walking on the moon in a lunar haze. The subject on this shirt also looks like a smudged negative of a picture of an astronaut with a weird kind of lunar glow. Sunlight bouncing off moon dust.
This is another shirt born from a runaway Jake & Amir hit on College Humor. If you love this cantankerous pair, then you probably need to own the Ace and Jocelyn Astronaut Accountants from Outer Space T Shirt.
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Available in Men's and Women's Sizes.
I like this one. With the latest and greatest space program it turns out they relaxed the physical fitness standards quite a bit. It used to be they had to make the rockets super small in order to blast them through the atmosphere, so the astronauts had to be small, wiry, tough dudes. Now, rocket technology has advanced so far that now any fat ass-tronaut can plop down $350,000 and get a ride on a roomy shuttle. This particular individual featured on this Fat Astronaut Ice Cream Cone T Shirt, happens to had a mishap during his afternoon sweet treat.
Apollo 11 was the first space flight that landed humans on the moon. Do you remember you were July 20, 1969. Me neither. Even middle-aged me was not alive in 1969, but the reverberrations of that historic moment still ripples through the culture to this day.
A kid can dream right? Dinosaurs in super high tech astronaut suits where they can pretty much just fly around in space untethered. That is a world we can all hope for. I love the simplicity of the suit too: just a tank and an antenna to keep in touch. Nice.
You know the astronauts are getting comfy up on the moon when they start adding the neighborhood kitsch to the yard. The pink flamingo on the front lawn is the cherry on top to a settled domicile. This is exactly why I think there are communities on the moon right now. You saw Moon with Sam Rockwell. That’s sci-fi and it was only an energy harvesting station, but take that a little further and you have little bungalos, lawn, picket fences, secret dalliances between neighboring parents, and dogs shitting on the petunia patch. Very happy little American Moon Dream.
Manifest destiny keeps on rolling. We put our minds to it and got our men to the moon. We found. We keep. United States of America and Puerto Rico and the Moon. 48 contiguous states. Hawaii. Alaska. And the Moon.
Lamest joke to make it on a tshirt in a long time. Good for torso pants for keeping the hopes of millions of lame-ass joke telling uncles. I’m going to repeat what they have on this shirt because I can’t quite believe it: Maybe we wouldn’t have so many Druken Astronauts if all these computers didn’t have Spacebars.
