Army of GOD wrote:
And saxi, you can't deny that you're a horndog too. Even though you're old, you still like playing hide the sausage with Es.
There's nothing to hide. Saxi's house is a
clothes-free zone. The dominant capitalist ideology restrains freedom-loving people in clothes, thereby underwriting sweat-shop labor in the developing world and lining the pockets of the rich textile oligarchs and their backers in the banking cartels. In a spirit of internationalist solidarity and expression of radical Dadaism ol' Saxi never wears clothes except when the law requires it.*
Back in my days in the NVA I once received a citation because I insisted my fire team conduct open field exercises completely naked as a symbolic show of unity with Mozambique. (My little contrib to history ... the Wachregiment Feliks Dzerzhinsky equivalent to the USA Ranger Regiment's small-unit road crossing tactic of "scrolling the road" was called "flashing the street" [
Blitzen die StraĆe] for many years in honor of ol' Sax.)
HOWEVER, as for Es, I'm far too old to keep up with her but more than once every few months as she's 49 years younger than me. That's why my pool boy comes to the house three times a week and the place is still covered in leaves.
* do dress-up if I'm BBQ'ing brauts, though - safety first, gang