Untrue Stories of Fiction

The first cowboy on the moon was sad and lonely.  He knew his wife, back on Earth, was out honky-tonkin’ and cheatin’ on him.  He took out his space flask of Jack Daniels and took a big swig.

“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” said the director of Mission Control on the TV screen.

“Look,” said the cowboy astronaut, “I figger if a man gives me a job, I’ll do the work, fair and square.  I’ll go out and pick up them little moon pebbles and put ‘em in a bag, like I’m told.  But if that man rides me too hard, I’ll up and quit!”  He took another swig.

The Mission Control director backed off.