Astronaughty

American lady of space wants to ride the rocket ship. "I will make a blasts off. Circles circle the globe. Can I have no pounds? Yes." Love that rocket ship, that protuberant, that gong of submission of the NASTA. But weight: there are words of mystery. Did that rocket man put the blast off to some other space? Uh oh. Pop wents the measel. It makes an angry place in the small space of brains. Road trip for an nutty astronaughty? Depends!