Reflections from the life and times of Mr. Smith. I was back in Smithville Florida at the secret NASA training grounds. I still had to change pickle history forever. I needed to go to the moon and take with me horseradish on a bun and back again. That way people would forget the pickle craze sweeping the nation. First, I had to be accepted by NASA. I had to come up with an awesome astronaut name of course. I was thinking about Buzz AllSmith, but it was already taken by the famous Buzz AllSmith, so I decided to become Buzz AllSmith the second. With this name, and some awesome shades, I waltzed into the NASA main building. I walked up and said “Yo yo yo! You know who I am!”The guard immediately snapped to attention and said “Yes SIR! You are the famous Buzz AllSmith! How can I help you SIR?” Then I paused, and reflected on life, and on security guards, and broccoli. Specifically the piece of broccoli between his two front teeth. Then, after pausing for a moment, I proceeded to demand to be seated on the space shuttle. Pretty soon, I was ready for lift off. I was going to be on my way to the moon, and I would make horseradish on a sandwich be more famous than a pickle on a sandwich. Because you see, astronauts are awesome.
Thus ends this week’s reflections. And then my mirror image disappeared.
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