It was a dark and greasy night. Bernardine finished boning a coal miner.
“You can leave the money next to my bagel,” she said.
The coal mined droppped four crumpled dollars and walked out the door. Bernardine took a shit and pissed out the dusty wad. She looked in the mirror an reapplied her lip stick.
“You are an amazing hooker,” she said into the mirror. “You provide excellent sex.”
The next john knocked.
Don Pud walked in and dropped his pants. There was a rooster head instead of a dick.
“Sorry sir,” she said. “I don’t do cocks.”
“I don’t service men with rooster dicks. Wanda down the hall can help you.”
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Space junk is one of the biggest threats we face in our quest to populate the moon. When the USSR launched a monkey into space in 1957 there was very little space junk floating around. Now there is currently an estimated 5,500 tons of debris orbiting our planet. Fortunately there are a lot of intelligent people working on solving this problem.
One group, from the University of Surrey, have created the CubeSail which is essentially a five by five meter sheet of plastic that slows down space junk and drags it into the earth’s atmosphere where it bursts into flame, usually. A simple but effective cure for a the larger debris.
Another group, from Glasgow, have revealed designs for a cornhole vortex that attaches to the end of a rocket propelled wolf dick. Read more »