As old age creeps upon me and my back seems to ache increasingly when I'm pothering about in the garden,
I sometimes hear passing people of my maturity initially discussing the weather and if I don't send out the
signals that I want to get on with my toil, they inevitably start chuntering on about how drastically the world
has changed.
By relating an alarming report they'd heard or read, they glance around and then surreptitiously assure me that sex
was a lot different back in the days before cell-phones and Elon Musk.
Apparently, fucking was a private affair where two consenting adults 'did something' and then -without any blogging
fanfare or selfies, they got on with what people did before Reality TV came along. Which usually meant work.
I have to insert an appropriate old gag here.
Back in the days of old 'gentlemen toilets', a guy comes out of the convience and says to his friend "Eh Billy,
there's a black-guy in there with a white penis!"
Billy realising that -due to poor maintenance or vandalism, the lights never worked in those long-ago torn-down loos
and so felt the need to correct his urine-relieved associate.
"No Fred, it's Thursday... pay-day, it's just a coal-miner that nipped home at dinner-time"
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I formally apologise.
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Today, they suggest we have a more liberal approach to sexual relationships. Now, some take the act further and
strangle their bed-partner for whatever benefits it brings and dump the body in an Australian wilderness.
Figurines moulded from the success of certain video games exaggerate female physical attributes and even though
social media offer outrage at the sexualisation, the weird idea that a big-titted 'collectable' is okay to be on an adult's
shelf is never discussed.
Of course, tabloid articles reporting on the latest sex-robots having the program ‘to create rape scenarios and look
like children’ also shows us we're no longer the dusty stick-in-the-muds we once were.
Others congregate with their chums and focus on visiting hostels for the vulnerable or trawling the streets of northern
-England towns. Then choose a friendly girl of questionable age, pass her around and then toss her out of the car after
a communal male-only satisfaction.
Those old-timers, eh..? They haven't lived.
From the KentOnline website.
What could possibly go wrong?
I sometimes hear passing people of my maturity initially discussing the weather and if I don't send out the
signals that I want to get on with my toil, they inevitably start chuntering on about how drastically the world
has changed.
By relating an alarming report they'd heard or read, they glance around and then surreptitiously assure me that sex
was a lot different back in the days before cell-phones and Elon Musk.
Apparently, fucking was a private affair where two consenting adults 'did something' and then -without any blogging
fanfare or selfies, they got on with what people did before Reality TV came along. Which usually meant work.
I have to insert an appropriate old gag here.
Back in the days of old 'gentlemen toilets', a guy comes out of the convience and says to his friend "Eh Billy,
there's a black-guy in there with a white penis!"
Billy realising that -due to poor maintenance or vandalism, the lights never worked in those long-ago torn-down loos
and so felt the need to correct his urine-relieved associate.
"No Fred, it's Thursday... pay-day, it's just a coal-miner that nipped home at dinner-time"
I formally apologise.
....................................................
Today, they suggest we have a more liberal approach to sexual relationships. Now, some take the act further and
strangle their bed-partner for whatever benefits it brings and dump the body in an Australian wilderness.
Figurines moulded from the success of certain video games exaggerate female physical attributes and even though
social media offer outrage at the sexualisation, the weird idea that a big-titted 'collectable' is okay to be on an adult's
shelf is never discussed.
Of course, tabloid articles reporting on the latest sex-robots having the program ‘to create rape scenarios and look
like children’ also shows us we're no longer the dusty stick-in-the-muds we once were.
Others congregate with their chums and focus on visiting hostels for the vulnerable or trawling the streets of northern
-England towns. Then choose a friendly girl of questionable age, pass her around and then toss her out of the car after
a communal male-only satisfaction.
Those old-timers, eh..? They haven't lived.
From the KentOnline website.
Quote:Medway mum launches naked cleaning service.KentOnline:
'A mother from Walderslade with naked ambition is due to start her own unique cleaning service.
Claire O' Connor, 35, has been a cleaner for three years working within a hotel and is now setting off on
her own to provide domestic cleaning with a difference.
The mother-of-three was inspired to start Fantasy Clean after hearing about a woman in Plymouth who
had started her own nude cleaning business. The services on offer will include cleaners either baring all,
topless, or in lingerie.
Claire said: "It's still early stages of getting it going. I thought why not try something different? I thought
someone will enjoy it."
She will be doing the cleaning herself once she has taken on clients, and has lined up some ladies to join her.
She will be charging £95 an hour for fully-nude cleaning, £85 for topless or £75 for lingerie or in an outfit such
as French maid. If successful, she hopes to take on male staff as well.
She said: "I'm quite outgoing, I'm not a shy kind of person. It might be kind of awkward the first few times,
but the more you get to know the client, the more it will subside. "It will be domestic cleaning with one cleaner
and one client in the house, obviously no going outside.
There will be no funny business, no touching, no taking photos, no extras, just going in, doing your work and
leaving."
Claire hopes to carry out some kind of checks on her potential clients.
When Claire told her husband Rob, 39, about the idea, he thought it was a joke but he eventually came round to it.
She said: "He's on board, he is fine with it; he knows what kind of person I am. I am a little bit crazy and he knows
it's not to do with that kind of thing."
Her website is yet to launch, but you can sign up for email updates...'
What could possibly go wrong?
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