Good Luck, Mr. Sikorski

I heard this from a couple people - if it isn't true, it oughta be.

While Neil Armstrong was walking on the moon, at some point, it is said he giggled and said "Good Luck, Mr. Sikorski."

An enigmatic statement. Shout-out to a russian cosmonaut collegue? Or some friend or old acquaintance? It was largely forgotten, this odd blip in the greatest day anybody had ever seen.

Time passed. Every once in awhile, somebody from the press would ask the astronaut what he meant by the comment. And he would kind of smile and go on to the next question.

Supposedly one day somebody pressed for details. What did it mean? Who was he talking to?
Who was this Mr. Sikorski that merited a greeting from the first man walking on the moon?

Well, once when he was a kid, he and his friends were playing some ball in his back-yard. Somebody hit one over the fence - it landed in the neighbors' back yard, rolled to a spot just underneath their bedroom window.

Young Armstrong went to retrieve the ball. And, according to the legend, he heard the neighbor-lady's voice from inside the window. She and Mr. Sikorski were arguing about something. Said she:

"Oral Sex! You want oral sex? You'll get oral sex when the kid next door WALKS ON THE MOON!"

Ouch

I am on a roll here, two posts in one day.
Another limmerick:

A habitual drunkard named Greer

regarded his rump in a mirror

"Tis a bite mark I see, that was left upon me,

but where it's from isn't too clear."

Limmerick

Here's another one. It has nothing to do with Madonna falling off a horse, though.


...a mustard inspector named Julie

regarded the product quite coolly.

"It's yellow, tis true, but it's not going thru,

until it is stamped by yours trully."

My Madonna-Falls-Off-A-Horse-Limmerick

An untalented rider, Madonna.

She fell off the horse she was on-ah.

She lit on the grass

rubbed her sore ass,

and then bit the horse like a piranha.