Not quite the ones featured in Mike Rowe’s shows, but another day, another dollar, right?
I refer here to The Sun newspaper’s resident “sexpert” position [sic], which must be the easiest job in the world and which one might covet greatly. Especially when it comes to covering [sic] events like this:
Welcome to Swingathon 2025. More than a thousand horny revellers have descended on the sleepy village of Allington, Lincs, for a weekend of frolics, flings and full-on filth.
The participants look pretty much like you’d expect:
Of interest to me is the appearance into today’s lexicon of what’s termed “ethical non-monogamy“, which has to be the dictionary exemplar under the term OXYMORON. Nevertheless, this seems to be a thing nowadays…
…which makes me not want to live in this world anymore.
I don’t want the job at all.
I take it, then, that it’s not the aspiration of all aging bass players? After having missed their fair share of the best groupies back in the day? What’s the the world coming to when even bass players won’t step into the breach for king and country, to save their fellow man from a such a fate?
I stared at that pik for a minute, and I contemplated what people in say, 1955, would think upon viewing it.
It would probably crack their sensibilities.
Such a thing was not even imaginable 70 years ago.
Yet here we are in 2025 and that sort of thing, though still kind of rare, is not the surprise shock it once was.
Dare I say it’s even acceptable?
Has the female in the pik no sense of decency?
It’s not acceptable, and she has no sense of decency.
She has no sense of decency. She sold that, and her sense of outrage back in the Summer of Love for more drugs.
Considering her age, this is her good side.