Sharing, sharing, helping like Suzy Homemaker, I had a brainstorm that could save our fair city from future financial ruin. Letting it out, like a primal scream: Live sex shows on the bicycle powered tourist vehicles. The vehicles on which about a dozen tourists provide leg power, not unlike on the Flintstones, to propel the happy consumers, seated at opposite sides of a steel wagon. It serves refreshments, has sing alongs, and performs various inventive cheering behaviors as they pedal around the cultural district. Salubrious so it wishes, the things get on my nerves.
But how lucrative could this business model be? Not my business, some would say. Ontologically, everything is everyone's business. I am forced to see the wagons when I'm waiting for the bus. Call me a lemon sucker, but cheering antics have a negative impact on my inner wirings.
I care about Pittsburgh, and I think there is going to be major municipal money problems if it doesn't find itself a nice fat cash cow. And I saw one mooing this afternoon. It was one of those pedal power tour vehicles for a dozen tourists, And at once, I realized what was missing.
There needs to be rampant sex partners, going at it, hot X rated. And they have to pay a ton of money for the privilege, because there are suckers born every minute, and some have the cash to buy delirious exhibitionist sex on the service deck. There's room on the vehicles for it, and there are a lot of people desperate for attention. Some of them will pay tens of grands for the experience, and the public will flock downtown to watch for the tourist tantras. People will be willing to pay hundreds of times the usual fee for pedaling the stainless steel ox carts. It promotes more buisness opportunites. It will help boost local sex trades, which is always good for the economy.
There could be alternate straight and gay sex wagons. Newly weds might want to make their first go at it on a pedal powered tourist vehicle. People who just hit the jack pot at the casino might just want to blow the whole kitty on one momentous fuck. Makes sense. Consider all you've read and seen. This shit is lucrative.
Well, thanks for reading. I'm trying to be a helpful ass motherfucker. Thanks some more.
But how lucrative could this business model be? Not my business, some would say. Ontologically, everything is everyone's business. I am forced to see the wagons when I'm waiting for the bus. Call me a lemon sucker, but cheering antics have a negative impact on my inner wirings.
I care about Pittsburgh, and I think there is going to be major municipal money problems if it doesn't find itself a nice fat cash cow. And I saw one mooing this afternoon. It was one of those pedal power tour vehicles for a dozen tourists, And at once, I realized what was missing.
There needs to be rampant sex partners, going at it, hot X rated. And they have to pay a ton of money for the privilege, because there are suckers born every minute, and some have the cash to buy delirious exhibitionist sex on the service deck. There's room on the vehicles for it, and there are a lot of people desperate for attention. Some of them will pay tens of grands for the experience, and the public will flock downtown to watch for the tourist tantras. People will be willing to pay hundreds of times the usual fee for pedaling the stainless steel ox carts. It promotes more buisness opportunites. It will help boost local sex trades, which is always good for the economy.
There could be alternate straight and gay sex wagons. Newly weds might want to make their first go at it on a pedal powered tourist vehicle. People who just hit the jack pot at the casino might just want to blow the whole kitty on one momentous fuck. Makes sense. Consider all you've read and seen. This shit is lucrative.
Well, thanks for reading. I'm trying to be a helpful ass motherfucker. Thanks some more.
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