“So who’s writing the headline for the big moon landing?” “Oh, I assigned it to Jim.” “Jim? The guy who always finds a slightly weird way to phrase everything?” “Yeah, but don’t worry, he promised this time he’d be extra careful to make it sound completely normal.”

You know— Moon Men. That’s what they’re called.

She hoists on my old glory till I moon, man

World on Edge as Moon Men Declare Victory

You'd think selling papers wouldn't be so hard in a place like Tulsa... Maybe there was another paper in town and they'd try to one-up one another's headlines...

🎶 Goodbye, moonmen

The last newspaper I ever worked for was the St. Petersburg (Fla.) Times, and I used to wish I could’ve been at the news meeting the morning of July 21, 1969, after this happened:

I'm glad the soft dust made the first step easy

Expert clickbait

buddy, they won't even let me hoist it

The Onion’s headline and article remain the zenith of moon men coverage.