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October 24, 2006



Holy Crap! That means my grandparents could be blogging! AAAAHHHH!


Is it too late (in either the personal or cultural sense) to go back to random streams of anonymous sexual encounters at singles bars or disocs or office Christmas parties night after night after night?
And would it still be as fun now that no one wears bell bottom jeans, tie-dye, little gold spoons nesting in their chest hair (OK, maybe that was just a guy thing) or platform shoes?
And is impersonal sex nearly as fun to the strains of Arvil Lavigne as it was to Chic or the Ohio Players?
And honestly, where do you put your cell phone or IPod during the encounter?

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