Because one glance at your soggy-ass, giant-ass potato chunks in the salad-ass “potato salad” will make people want to throw you in the lake.
Yeah, try telling that to the poor bastard who waited until marriage for regular sex, then worked himself into an early grave trying to support the love of his life and their 3.5 offspring.
The hippies had a different vision of “free” love, one that didn’t involve suffering blue balls all the way up until wedding night.
Along with the popularization of illicit drug use and dodgy fashion trends, the sixties ushered in the era of .
Now, giving and receiving love is one of life’s most precious gifts, and it’s long been a maxim that the best things in life are free.
Now don’t get me wrong here: the quest to eradicate the dreaded disease of testicular ischemia (known in medical circles as ) was an eminently noble one. They believed that turning your genitals into the physiological equivalent of a bus terminal would somehow bring about a higher state of consciousness, enlightenment and ultimately happiness.