Who said Monte isn’t fun in the off-season? Get me a chocolate! Quick!
To quote the sage Sade: “The rose we remember; the thorns we forget…”
Our editrix has chosen a series of photos. Let’s take a look-e-loo.
These men have decided to photograph an “after sex” look. I think we can ascertain who the third of the three-some is. Boys: at least look like you’re trying.
Chip and Thom, on the left, are totally together. Roger looks a bit lost in this. Again, boys, at least look like you’re trying.
Here we have a pre-sexy get-up. Up on the rooftop, Gauleiter Denton, Gauleiterin Geigh, und Spassmacher Simmons machen Spass. That there are two who are offering a toast to something the third person doesn’t quite get it is relevant here.
I say this because it looks either like you’re the boyfriend of the third or you’ve never met them before. This is what I hear.
This is when sitting on a lap meant something. Oh boy! #%^@! Let’s go, indeed! Sex happened soon after this picture was taken.
Leonard, far right, is clearly the third man out. Pissed but also disappointed.
Woe are #1 and 2. Oh well! They won’t feel the bullets.
It looks like they just had sex and will again once you shutthefuckup. Glenn Miller’s trombone was quite the inspiration.
One word: B-E-E-F-C-A-K-E. I am not sure of their sexuality, but they are having sex, Know that.
Since it was the early part of the decade, I think there are separate entries.
What We Would Like to Think: Betty and Joanne have boyfriends and, eventually, husbands!
What Actually Happened: Betty and Joanne know their men.
In the end, this is a stretch for me. I have never participated in a three-way, so my narration may or may not cling to reality.
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