Hey, hey, hey, time to put your middle to the test now.

Oh, blah, bye, hey, hey, don't you know you're messing with the best now?

I don't, I do.

Well, you see, back in my day, you could fuck a waste hole partition wall in someone's front garden.

And it was fine, is the point I'm making.

Nobody battered an eye.

This is before the nanny state, where if you walked past someone's house and you saw a waist high partition wall,

and you saw a particularly sexy cement job,

beige and tarty like so, humping up against it wouldn't yield complaints of, oh, you'll scratch

your dick. It's the woke mind virus. It's the woke mind virus. Thank you at last.

The thing is, back in the day, there weren't so

many cameras. The fact you were fucking it would be obscured by the waist high fence. Now, there's a

camera on the other side of the waist high fence to catch it. Well, and everybody's got a camera in their

pocket, you know, and so they're whipping it out. And they stop you from whipping it out as a result.

I mean, I'm just glad that I'm here with like minds here on the Steph Rogan podcast where we, we seek truth in the most logical of places.

And we stand up for people that squat a bit so that they can hump a partition wall,

you know the type, bit of ivy on the side with those rattley metal gates with the arched top

and the little latch that you reach around the back for. You know what I'm talking about. Like,

come on, this is, this, this is values. Look, if you want to scratch up your genitals on a wall, that should be your business and not anyone else's.

My business and not, not the owner of the house is.

Like, this is the other thing where, like, suddenly homeowners rights come into it.

They own the house, not the waist high wall.

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