You've Won A Trip To Mars !

So... You've won the Trifecta !  The hairy reid Pinata Bash, the Pin the Tail on the pelosi romp, and the Tag an obama pal every time they steal money game.

As a bonus, you laughed like a Hyena when you heard that stupid bitch maxine waters (She's a congresswoman here in the USA..) actually say that America would lose 170 million jobs because of the sequester even though there are only about 140 million people working.  Total..  Give me a moment here.............................................................. ......................................... ........................................................................................7 6 5 4 3 2 1......   ok.  Deep Breath..

You have won a trip to Mars.  You could meet this guy !

I see people all over the Internet saying they would LOVE to go to Mars.  I'm having a hard time understanding that.  Even if it's a trip where you land, walk around, explore a tiny bit, then take off and come back.

Unless I'm missing something, I'm thinking that here you are in a very confined area with no sexual partner.  Maybe it's you and your wife, which ah, well you decide on the sex part. But then you have 6 months Plus of travel. Even if you don't get whacked by an unexpected piece of space debris on the way or one of a thousand other things goes wrong; I'm thinking the main points of that are going to be:

• the food has to suck right? no way you're going to have 6 months of food on a vehicle that is traveling to Mars that is of any quality.  Since hot food takes energy to make and energy is likely going to be limited, most of what you eat is going to be cold. What kind of food would last 6 months?  Surely not bread.  We have to assume MRE's here.   Then the waste. What about that? Six Months worth. Off into space?  Won't that make a good impression for the aliens.
• Even if there is sex, what about one of those unplanned pregnancies at month 3.  The baby is going to be due before you even get back.
• Imagine looking at the stars though !   Ok, seen that, seen that, seen that. I'm tired of looking at the little white dots out there at about day 37.  Really tired.  Bored beyond belief.
• Well, at least we have Internet access.  Ok, blogging from space.  Hi Folks!  Here we are! Naked and headed to Mars ! Woo WOO !
• The physical demands of space. Your muscles are going atrophy even if you exercise in weightless nowhere land.  I read recently, where your eyes are severely damaged spending long periods in space.
• No creature comforts, little to stir the imagination, lots of duties to perform checking the ship and such and the incessant phone calls from "Houston".  Hi Folks! Time to get up! Time to go to bed!  Hey Bobby, your heart rate is up are you masturbating?
• Finally, YOU ARRIVE AT MARS!  You land.  You look around at a barren landscape of rust red and blue rocks that look exactly like the pictures the rovers have been sending back for the last 25 years.  You really feel the gravity of Mars and you can barely stand because you haven't had gravity for 5 months. You're confined to a confining space suit because you cannot breathe otherwise on Mars. You wonder, Why did I do this?  You pick up a rock and chuck it.  You wish to hell, you had just picked up a flattish rock on Earth and chucked it onto the surface of a life filled lake and watched it skip on the water 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 times!  But no.  You're on about the most boring planet you could land on after spending the larger portion of 6 months in a tuna can, and now you've got to spend another 6 getting back to that rock full of maniacs called Earth.

Who would want to do this ?  Maybe I'm missing something. 

Correction: 16 months!