ESPN sponsored the event.
NASA would stream live feeds outside the Orion.
ESPN would buy all my footage inside.
Zero Gravity Fuck Fest.
That sold billions in advertising and subscriptions over a day.
Fifty percent was to be donated back to NASA who made this happen.
In one day, they'd have enough funding to send a team of astronauts to Mars.
And they'd get them back alive.
Trump was very happy.
'Congress will never have to release money for the space program.'
The private sector would do it.
Did I mention a zero-gravity lesbian show?
That's what transpired.
Neil Armstrong would be turning in his grave.
One small step for man, and two giant knockers for female kind.
Elon Musk was given a call.
He soon folded up.
He just couldn't afford a run-in with the feds who had enough dirt on him to sink him for good.
Big Glenn made it's debut.
It was being lauded in the papers, especially The Washington Post, that Bozo was shameless.
Ok girls, I said, let's take a seat.
The sun was shining and we were drinking lattes out of a straw.
Come to think of it, the sun never stopped shinning up here.
And I could see the girls' faces going a nice golden brown, as they were making all the moves to accentuate their luscious boobs.
Then I pulled out a copy of The Himalaya Devil and made my maiden speech.
'Buy the book, he's a buddy of mine.'
Imagine me sitting on my sun deck chair with two of the hottest women that Earth could manufacture.
Seven million viewers would have seen this shout out.
'And why don't you join on us on the next trip,' I continued, addressing my buddy who I knew was watching the live stream. 'We need a director for 'Filth in Space' part two.'
NASA would stream live feeds outside the Orion.
ESPN would buy all my footage inside.
Zero Gravity Fuck Fest.
That sold billions in advertising and subscriptions over a day.
Fifty percent was to be donated back to NASA who made this happen.
In one day, they'd have enough funding to send a team of astronauts to Mars.
And they'd get them back alive.
Trump was very happy.
'Congress will never have to release money for the space program.'
The private sector would do it.
Did I mention a zero-gravity lesbian show?
That's what transpired.
Neil Armstrong would be turning in his grave.
One small step for man, and two giant knockers for female kind.
Elon Musk was given a call.
He soon folded up.
He just couldn't afford a run-in with the feds who had enough dirt on him to sink him for good.
Big Glenn made it's debut.
It was being lauded in the papers, especially The Washington Post, that Bozo was shameless.
Ok girls, I said, let's take a seat.
The sun was shining and we were drinking lattes out of a straw.
Come to think of it, the sun never stopped shinning up here.
And I could see the girls' faces going a nice golden brown, as they were making all the moves to accentuate their luscious boobs.
Then I pulled out a copy of The Himalaya Devil and made my maiden speech.
'Buy the book, he's a buddy of mine.'
Imagine me sitting on my sun deck chair with two of the hottest women that Earth could manufacture.
Seven million viewers would have seen this shout out.
'And why don't you join on us on the next trip,' I continued, addressing my buddy who I knew was watching the live stream. 'We need a director for 'Filth in Space' part two.'
