
The year is 2222, and Steve and Sylvia have just landed on Mars
after accumulating enough frequent flier miles for the trip. They meet
a Martian couple and are talking about all sorts of things. Steve asks
if Mars has a stock market, if they have laptop computers, how they
make money, etc. Finally, Sylvia brings up the subject of sex. "So tell
me, just how do you guys do it?" asks Sylvia. "Pretty much the same
way you do," responds the Martian. The discussion ensues and
finally the couples decide to swap partners for the night and
experience one another. Sylvia and the male Martian go off to a
bedroom where the Martian strips. He's got only a teeny,weeny
johnson, about half an inch long, and just a quarter of an inch thick. "I
don't think this is going to work," says Sylvia. "Why not?" he asks,
"What's the matter?" "Well," she replies, "I'm afraid it's just not
long enough to reach me." "No problem," he says, and proceeds to
slap his forehead with the palm of his hand. With each slap on his
forehead, his johnson grows until it becomes quite impressively long.
"Well," she says, "That's quite impressive, but it's still pretty narrow
..." "No problem," he says, and starts pulling on his ears. With each
pull, his johnson grows wider and wider, until the entire measurement
of his johnson is extremely exciting to the woman. "Wow!" she
exclaims, as they fell into bed and made mad, passionate love. The
next day the couples rejoin their normal partners and they each go
their own separate ways. As they walk along, Steve asks, "Well, was
it any good?" "I hate to say it," says Sylvia, "but it was pretty
wonderful. How about you?" "It was horrible!" he replies. "All I got
was a headache -- she just kept slapping my forehead and pulling my
ears the whole time!"
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