Apparently, yesterday was International Orgasm Day or something equally stupid.
Needless to say, I missed it, just as I’ve missed so many of its namesakes.
Nowadays, of course, I’m more likely to have a Supreme Moment by looking at pictures of things like this:
…rather than this:
In truth, though, what would really get the old juices running would be… ummmm… how can I put this delicately, or in a manner which wouldn’t cause the fuzz to show up at my door…
A deep pit full of dead Socialists?
Something like that.