So, Spot, there I was on the tread mill, just bein' all aerobic an sweaty an trying to distract myself by watching the second TV from the right, which was the only one with news on. So anyway, I guess some astronaut chick went all ballistic on a rival for an astronaut dude. You know it rocks to be an astronaut dude if the chicks hafta get in line. So anyway, Guy Anchormanhair and Perky Anchorpersonhair, keep chatting about this chick wearing a diaper cross-country. It seemed to me that it kinda made sense, and I remembered something about astronauts bein jet pilots, an then it hit me, it hit me so sudden that I just stopped running. Of course the treadmill did not stop. My feet shot out backwards and my face bounced off something, I’m not exactly sure what - it happened too fast. The next thing I knew I was just sitting there holding my right eye. But sitting there, in my pain an humiliation, I still couldn’t get the image out of my mind. It was like a tape playing over and over. A man in a flight suit is strutting in front of a sign that says ‘MISSION ACCOMPLISHED’ and all I could think was, "Oh my God, I always thought it was a codpiece."