By Byzantine Thomas

Apparently wandering out into the middle of a cornfield in the dead of night and taking out your massive cock, just to let it breathe a minute, and grow and stretch in your hand, and eventually get that much needed release, is like the absolutely best advertising for being abducted by aliens, especially slave-trading aliens who scour the universe in search of various lifeforms to enslave and sell, kind of like house-flipping but without all the fuss of shining that turd-box house you bought, but not too much, just enough to turn a profit, since all you have to do in the slave-trading business, apparently, is catch and release to the highest bidder, and I should know, because it happened to me.