Pushing the envelope... or thrusting it, at least

I saw my friend, Ray, out on the street this morning after my horriffic hour on the public transport. Rather than hugging him, I twisted his nipples and made the 'squeaky' sound. We both got a big kick out of it and no one else on the street gave us a second glance. Either it was too cold outside for anyone to throw rocks at us, or people have quieted down when it comes to public displays of homosexual acts like the titty twister or nut-caress.

The limits of 'acceptable behavior' have progressed significantly in the past ten years. I remember when it was a big deal to say the word "bitch" on television. Now you hear it all the time. I've even heard the word 'pussy' on South Park on channel 26. At this rate, television in the year 2015 will have a swear word for every normal word spoken: "How the fuck are you fuckin doing, you cocksucking pig-fucking friend of mine?"

In the year 2015, gay people won't hug each other on the street. They will get a nipple suck or a dry hump. That's the way we're headed, people! There's no going back!