How is masturbation the most exquisite, refined art within the context of a marriage? How is it possible for a man to be considered incomplete before marriage and complete after it? Why do all agree, behind the backs of the newlyweds, that marriage seriously damages our pockets, health, and love life, but refuse to admit it publicly? Whatever the answers may be, one thing is certain: our children grow up with wrong ideals!
They learn from the happy ending, what makes them, without a wedding ceremony - with the brides galloping on a horse with a bridal dress - feel weak, athletes without steroids, and... hate the third person who interferes between the two who are sleeping... and who wakes them up!
The essence, however, is one: married people may have a soul, but they remain tasteless, because when you live in a stable, you can only behave like a cow! That's why, in the legions of the insipid moralists, let's put our breasts forward (if they are not silicone) or better yet: "A kick in the ass would be an extraordinary reaction," to use a phrase by Manos Hatzidakis.