Swagmatter needs our help.
We need to expand spam to space.
Why do you ask what, when the delicious question is when?
Swagmatter needs our help.
We need to expand spam to space.
"How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and of oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?"
- Charles A. Lindbergh, Reader's Digest, November 1939
You'd better send me some fucking space pics.
I had a really snarky post here, but I threw it away because it wasn't worth the effort.