I couldn't make this up: I'd like to, to be honest, but I just couldn't. Seems the International Space Station needs a fix for its Cossack-constructed commode. I normally avoid scatological humour, but this was too good to pass up, especially after the whole adult-diaper, ahem, business a couple years back. Though I have not called seeking comment, I am sure that this is Priority Number Two at NASA.
K... I'll stop now.
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Wednesday, May 28, 2008
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