At a swingers party, a man approached me and said, "Hey! I recognize you from the back of your head."
He was right; it was my barber.
A shapely hostess of a swingers party held up an empty fishbowl to all her guests, which consisted of Millennials and one Gen Xer (me). "I will pass this fishbowl to all the men at the party," she said. "I want all the men to put their car keys in the fishbowl. Then I'll pass the fishbowl filled with keys to the ladies and they will pick their partner by selecting a car key." She passed around the fishbowl, and when the fishbowl came back, it was empty.
"No one wants to swing?" asked the comely hostess.
One young man spoke up. "We all took Uber," he said.
(I took the bus.)
I was at a swingers party, cozying up with a Millennial.
"Hey," she said. "We don't have to take our clothes off to have a good time."
"I love that song," I said.
"What song?" she said.
Why don't Millennials speak while orgasming?
It's rude to repeat statuses already posted on Facebook.