* checks if he still has a penis *

Yep. Where do I sign up?

Heck yeah, but not with Nerdlinger

It might be ok for some of you, but the 69-mile-high club is where the real swingers are.

I wonder if it's difficult achieving adequate friction in zero-G?

"Sex is easily facilitated on a romantic sandy beach"

So is penile silicosis.

Polyhazard

I wonder if it's difficult achieving adequate friction in zero-G?

could always use velcro? :)

/i want to join!
//do i have to be a member of the mile high club first?

Polyhazard: I wonder if it's difficult achieving adequate friction in zero-G?

Friction is the least of it. With no gravity, everything comes down to conservation-of-momentum. Every, *ahem* movement is conserved in the system.

In the end, everyone might have to start getting into some serious BDSM, cause being tied down is about the only way you'll be able to stay together.

PianoJosh: In the end, everyone might have to start getting into some serious BDSM, cause being tied down is about the only way you'll be able to stay together.

Strapped together wold work fine. Pull yourself into your partner than bounce off the wall.
Repeat until you get to watch the pearly spheres form in the air.

krysbabe: could always use velcro? :)

Or sand.

MorningBreath: It might be ok for some of you, but the 69-mile-high club is where the real swingers are.

That's because of the zero G's.

Imagine. Weightless, floaty trails of spooge.

Back over Veterans day, my University hosted a conference about the future of space. Most of the speakers talked about the future of space tourism (even showing a "space martini" glass). Well, you get a bunch of college space geeks with professionals together in a bar one night during the conference and what will the discussion turn to?

We, in our drunken stupor, came up with a padded tube between 2- and 3-feet in diameter to have fun in, possibly with one end having a window to the stars.

/Was a wild night
//One problem we couldn't solve: how to get the olive out of the sealed martini glass (can't have the liquid going everywhere)

That's be awesome, if the site wasn't farked!

BZWingZero: //One problem we couldn't solve: how to get the olive out of the sealed martini glass (can't have the liquid going everywhere)

Just about every space video I've seen has them farking around with orange juice bubbles floating around the cabin. I think they'd be okay getting the olive out.

Fark-ed

Martini-airlock.

Farked?

One problem we couldn't solve: how to get the olive out of the sealed martini glass (can't have the liquid going everywhere)

Drink the martini, open the glass, eat olive. Step 4: Profit!!1!

This site took, what, twenty hits before crashing?

poorjon, oh yeah, very farked

I'm givin' 'er all she's got, Captain!"

/the link, someone spilled space martini on it...
//or space-goo...

Aurric
Imagine. Weightless, floaty trails of spooge.


Cue "The Blue Danube."

PianoJosh

In the end, everyone might have to start getting into some serious BDSM, cause being tied down is about the only way you'll be able to stay together.




"Developed by top NASA scientists!"

greenbeans_and_physics: This site took, what, twenty hits before crashing?

32, thank you very much.

Oh wow, my site is used to 100+ hits a day, before things went Farks up, I saw 700 hits in 20 minutes.
Seeing if I can get it back up, if not, please try later!

hahaha thanks for correcting me Molavian!

Is this your site swight?

/found the admin! Burn the witch!

In space, nobody can hear you climax... or cry .

Did anybody grab a copy of the page before the site was suspended?

Can't we just ask?

Farkz0rred.

Getting new space, right now.
I knew cheap space would bite me in the ass...

62 miles it not space. You need to get to 62.1371192 miles (exactly 100 kilometres) to be in space.

Spaceship One looks like something Buck Rogers would fly, so give me Wilma Deering and I'm set.

professor tee:
thanks for the hardon

Awesome. Just imagine the sit & spin!

I think we are all forgetting that doing it at ground level requires no special equipment and is relatively easy.

Somebody has to be the first to attempt this grand experiment and I humbly volunteer. (the robot is the control group.)

Aurric: magine. Weightless, floaty trails of spooge.

That is the most disgusting thing I have heard of today.

Foiled again!

Sex... In... SPAAAAACE!

2 requests: font larger, her pic much smaller.

Aw, too much trouble. Can't I just join the mile-high club 62 times?

The author is the last person on earth who should be writing about sex. Literally.

I'd be up for it, but not with this chick...



*shudders*

Home on LaGrange
Words: Bill Higgins and Barry Gehm c. 1978
Music: "Home on the Range"

Oh, give me a locus where the gravitons focus
And the three-body problem is solved,
Where the microwaves play down at three degrees K
And the cold virus never evolved.

CHORUS: Home, home on LaGrange,
Where the space debris always collects.
We possess, so it seems, two of man's greatest dreams:
Solar power and zero-gee sex.

We eat algae pie, our vacuum is high,
Our ball bearings are perfectly round.
Our horizon is curved, our warheads are MIRVed,
And a kilogram weighs half a pound. CHORUS

You don't need no oil, nor a tokamak coil,
Solar stations provide Earth with juice.
Power beams are sublime, so nobody will mind
If we cook an occasional goose.

INTERLUDE (to Oh, What A Beautiful Morning)
All the cattle are standing like statues.
All the cattle are standing like statues.
They smell of roast beef every time I ride by,
And the hawks and the falcons are dropping like flies...

I've been feeling quite blue since the crystals I grew
Became too big to fit through the door.
But from slices I sold, Hewlett-Packard, I'm told,
Made a chip that was seven foot four. CHORUS

If we run out of space for our burgeoning race
No more Lebensraum left for the Mensch,
When we're ready to start, we can take Mars apart
If we just find a big enough wrench. CHORUS

I'm sick of this place, it's just McDonald's in space
And living up here is a bore.
Tell the shiggies "Don't cry," they can kiss me goodby,
'Cause I'm moving next week to L4!