Great condoms, everyone. Thanks for coming. I think everyone is finished with the opening...the opening. We're all finished with the opening and need to get to my speech. I grew up during the sexual revolution, and became a horny older cuss...but that's irrelevant.
It was a trend contained in a time chunky. A thick chocolate candy bar of time. Today, the American sexual revolution of the 1960s is mere old raisins suspended in chocolate.
Trends are all a type of ejaculation, after which stupid people imitate whatever they think attractive, successful people are doing. I wish it was only sex, but it's everything aside from it as well. Hence hideous results. Ugly people make ugly kids, worsening with the unrolling future. There are so many reasons to be anti-natalist. I'd like to talk about one late morning where I live:
A family of four could live in one of the condoms a lady dropped on the terazo beside the elevator , accidentally, on her way out of the highrise. She always wears a huge acrylic wig covering her age and aesthetic challenges aside from the rottenest of assholes, time. It appears she services residents, probably male, guaranteed to be old and poor, and the lady is probably homeless or in some type of shelter, and, likely, is a sex worker. We've been on common impersonal speaking terms for a few years. She always says "have a blessed day."
Like a cartoon cowboy with horse and thick rope, yahoo, I apprehend stray cows and voluntarily compete in a rodeo, as an amateur, for lack of professional anything. Except sex work. She was one of a few professionals.
One professional in the high rise that one late morning. That condom that fell out of her fake fur bindle as she rose and exited the building was big as the Goodyear blimp. I learned that rubbers that great exist that late morning. Sex workers are an institution! And, as theists argue, there is something out there bigger than me. There is. There has to be. There was evidence.
