Mr Gorsky | OyiaBrown

I re-blogged this from a post in my WP Reader.  Cracked me up and I thought today would be the perfect day to share it. 

Mr Gorsky

Posted on 16/07/2012 by OyiaBrown

On July 20 1969, as commander of the Apollo 11 lunar module, Neil Armstrong was the first person to set foot on the moon.

His first words after stepping on the moon were, “That’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind,” and they were televised to earth.

But just before he re-entered the lander, he made the enigmatic remark, “Good luck, Mr. Gorsky.”

Many people at NASA thought that it was a casual remark, concerning some rival soviet cosmonaut. However, upon checking, there was no Gorsky in either the Russian or American space programs.

Over the years, many people questioned Armstrong as to what the ‘good luck, Mr. Gorsky’ statement meant. But Armstrong always just smiled.

On July 5 1995, in Tampa Bay, Florida, while answering questions following a speech, a reporter brought up the 26 year-old question to Armstrong. This time he finally responded. Mr. Gorsky had died, so Neil Armstrong felt that he could now answer the question.

In 1938, when he was a kid in a small mid-western town, he was playing baseball with a friend in the backyard. His friend hit the ball, which landed in his neighbor’s yard, by their bedroom window. His neighbors were Mr. and Mrs. Gorsky. As he leaned down to pick up the ball, young Armstrong heard Mrs. Gorsky shouting at Mr. Gorsky

“Sex! You want sex?! You’ll get sex when the kid next door walks on the moon”!

True story……it broke the place up!

Mr Gorsky | OyiaBrown

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Where’s the Keys?

Several days ago as I left a meeting at our church, I desperately gave myself a personal TSA pat down. I was looking for my keys. They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing.

Suddenly I realized, I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the parking lot. My wife, Diane, has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the ignition. My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them. Her theory is that the car will be stolen. As I burst through the doors of the church, I came to a terrifying conclusion. Her theory was right. The parking lot was empty.

I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen. Then I made the most difficult call of all, “Honey,” I stammered. (I always call her “honey” in times like these.) “I left my keys in the car, and it has been stolen.”

There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard Diane’s voice. “Ken” she barked, “I dropped you off!”

Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and get me.”

Diane retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not stolen your car!”

*****

Hahahaha!  Boy, that forgetfulness thing sure is a bear! 

Have a great weekend!