When we're watching NASA and we hear about water on Mars, we get dismal and think, man, when will we hear about the important stuff such as weightless sex and ganja in space.
We're doubting you ever asked about water in Mars but we would bet money, if we had any, that you have asked if astronauts ever screwed in the space station.
The next question is how the hell do they smoke the ganja without blowing the space station in twelve different directions. It's a high-oxygen environment so you light that match and that space station will get blowed up like it was in an Armageddon meteor storm.
We know how it goes and all these people talk about space tourism but there they go to get the coolest view anywhere man can go and they can't even catch a buzz there. If there's ever a time in yer life for catchin' a buzz, it's got to be in Earth orbit while you float around weightlessly and watch that big star spin.
(Ed: it's not a star)
When it's the only source of oxygen, regular sex, and freely-available ganja you know in the Universe, it's a fookin' star.
So you think maybe vaping would work but that uses a heater element to do it too. We wouldn't trust it in a high-oxygen environment as that probably blows up real good as well. It might work but we're thinking anything which makes even a hint of a spark is going to leave you and, regrettably, the rest of the space station in tiny little pieces.
Here's yer Ganja in Space solution
We introduce our special NASA ganja mix into the air tanks for one of the space suits here on Earth so the percentage of ganja vapor in the tank is sufficient for a good buzz simply by suiting up for a while.
Maybe we go for the Special NASA Honeymoon Package and set up two spacesuits with these tanks. Then you and your beloved astronaut cowgirl can catch a little buzz, go off to the air reservoir room to screw like wild Bonobo monkeys, all while the Earth spins around beautifully underneath you. As does she, I might add. This is weightless.
(Gay Astronaut: hey, what about gay astronauts?)
We're assuming gay does not mean stupid. Adapt the instructions, for Pete's sake ... or George's sake ... frankly, we don't give a fuck. Just get on with it. Catch a buzz and see above about screwing like wild Bonobo monkeys.
Bonobo monkeys are some sexed-up li'l four-leggers and they're gay, straight, whatever they like. We suspect this is because there was a Bonobo monkey named Huckabee once and he was a real drag ... so they ate him. End of gay / straight problems and, party people, let's get down to some serious fuckin'.
We're doubting you ever asked about water in Mars but we would bet money, if we had any, that you have asked if astronauts ever screwed in the space station.
The next question is how the hell do they smoke the ganja without blowing the space station in twelve different directions. It's a high-oxygen environment so you light that match and that space station will get blowed up like it was in an Armageddon meteor storm.
We know how it goes and all these people talk about space tourism but there they go to get the coolest view anywhere man can go and they can't even catch a buzz there. If there's ever a time in yer life for catchin' a buzz, it's got to be in Earth orbit while you float around weightlessly and watch that big star spin.
(Ed: it's not a star)
When it's the only source of oxygen, regular sex, and freely-available ganja you know in the Universe, it's a fookin' star.
So you think maybe vaping would work but that uses a heater element to do it too. We wouldn't trust it in a high-oxygen environment as that probably blows up real good as well. It might work but we're thinking anything which makes even a hint of a spark is going to leave you and, regrettably, the rest of the space station in tiny little pieces.
Here's yer Ganja in Space solution
We introduce our special NASA ganja mix into the air tanks for one of the space suits here on Earth so the percentage of ganja vapor in the tank is sufficient for a good buzz simply by suiting up for a while.
Maybe we go for the Special NASA Honeymoon Package and set up two spacesuits with these tanks. Then you and your beloved astronaut cowgirl can catch a little buzz, go off to the air reservoir room to screw like wild Bonobo monkeys, all while the Earth spins around beautifully underneath you. As does she, I might add. This is weightless.
(Gay Astronaut: hey, what about gay astronauts?)
We're assuming gay does not mean stupid. Adapt the instructions, for Pete's sake ... or George's sake ... frankly, we don't give a fuck. Just get on with it. Catch a buzz and see above about screwing like wild Bonobo monkeys.
Bonobo monkeys are some sexed-up li'l four-leggers and they're gay, straight, whatever they like. We suspect this is because there was a Bonobo monkey named Huckabee once and he was a real drag ... so they ate him. End of gay / straight problems and, party people, let's get down to some serious fuckin'.
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