If You Believe, They Put A Man On The Moon...

When I go to the moon, I will bring with me the following items:

1) A spacesuit - Duh.
2) A six pack of tacos - Well, a guy's got to eat.
3) All those quarters paid to me by every person who told me that going to the moon was the worst fucking idea ever.
4) A twelve pack of Miller High Life - I guess because I'm on the moon and therefore high. On life. Um, really.
5) Every master copy and recording of the song "Hurdy Gurdy Man" by Donovan because I hate it so very, very much. For no real good reason, just because that song must be buried deep beneath the moon's crust.
6) A pickaxe and a shovel - so I can mine for riches, or to hide the bodies.
7) A pogo stick - so I can jump into space with one mighty hop of pogo-enhanced strongness.
8) A rock with a very long rope - so I can climb back down after pogoing back into space.
9) A 1980 Buick Century - just because it'd be badass to drive an old clunker on the moon.
10) A better list - because this one is beyond reaching for something to blog about.