You haven’t lived until you’ve bifarcated somebody with reticulating splines.
Man, I obviously didn’t get invited to the right parties back then!
Me neither, and I’m 48 years old. For me, the late 80s were not “a time of orgies and whatnot”. They were a time of late hours in physics grad school with no women anywhere in the vicinity.
Monthly for about 10 years.
Atlanta clubs and house parties.
Houseboats tied together at Cocktail Cove on Lake Lanier on any given Saturday during the summer.
We play nicely with others.
Are you including swinging?
Eh, bubble sort is more trouble, but totally worth it. 
Isn’t that what group sex is for a lot of people?
Swinging is sex with various others you are not committed to. Group sex is sex with a group of people at the same time, with the strong possibility that you will have relations with more than one person during the same session.
Reminds me of a joke.
How do you recognize a <insert member of group you want to bash> at an orgy ?
He fucks his own wife.
You know how sometimes you’ll hear something like, “Hey, we’re all the same?”
This thread’s lesson for me? “No, we’re not.”
:rolleyes:
Biology majors are more likely to be watching fruit flies have sex. 
It’s on my “to do” list.
So … the fruit flies could answer “yes” in this thread, then?
Oh yeah, and over 45 (depending on how much yeast and molasses is used).
:eek:
I know a guy who studies fruit fly reproductive behavior. Poor man has heard every “fruit fly porn” joke you can possibly imagine.
Nope. One-on-one guy here. I like the plain stuff so much, I just never really went on to more.
To give you an example, I was passing a fancy hotel in New Hampshire just last week. It was one of those old-construction buildings that looks like a huge club-house of a high-end golf club. In front was an announcement sign listing two things:
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Vacancy
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Ox Yoke $56
And my first thought was “Ox Yoke? Oh Hell No! Y’all can stable Elsie & Bessie round back for One night, Farmer Joe. Bad enough to have to find smoke-free rooms, but farm-animal-free rooms…? Nuh-uh.”
But with the help of Google, I think I figured out what they meant.
What? And you won’t tell us? Damn you!
Kinky.
Hey baby, are you into…drosophila?
I fail to see a practical difference.