The year is 2222 and after accumulating enough frequent flier miles, Mick
and Maureen land on Mars. They meet a Martian couple and are talking about
all sorts of things. Mick asks if Mars has a stock market, if they have
laptop computers, how they make money, etc. Finally, Maureen brings up the
subject of sex.


"Just how do you guys do it?" asks Maureen.


"Pretty much the way you do," responds the Martian.


Discussion ensues and finally the couples decide to swap partners for the
night and experience one another.


Maureen and the male Martian go off to a bedroom where the Martian strips.


He's got only a teeny, weeny Winkie - about half an inch long and just a
quarter inch thick.


"I don't think this is going to work," says Maureen.


"Why?" he asks, "What's the matter?"


"Well," she replies, "It's just not long enough to reach me!"


"No problem," he says, and proceeds to slap his forehead with his palm.


With each slap of his forehead, his member grows until it's impressively
long.


"Well," she says, "That's very good, but it looks like a long pencil, it's
still pretty narrow...."


"No problem," he says, and starts pulling his ears. With each pull, the
Martian's member grows wider and wider until it's extremely exciting to the
woman.


"Wow!" she exclaims, as they fall into bed and make mad, passionate love.


The next day the couples rejoin their normal partners and go their separate
ways. As they walk along, Mick asks, "Well, was it any good?"


"I hate to say it," says Maureen, "but it was amazingly good. How about
you?"


"It was horrible," Mick replies. "All I got was a headache. She kept
slapping my forehead and pulling my ears."