Aaaah. Imagine those groovy swingers and their bad hairstyles getting down and dirty on their very own “Love Rugs.”
Clutching their dog-eared copies of “The Joys of Sex,” whacking the Barry White onto the turntable, (or worse, Neil Sedaka? Neil Williams?) turning the lights down low, wriggling out of their new-fangled, sweaty polyester minis and tight, pale high-waisted pants …
Falling, with heterosexual abandon, onto their Love Rug. In Lynx, Jaguar or Skunk.
Only joking about the skunk.
OMG. An aha! moment.
Some of you were conceived in the 70s.
Your parents might have owned a “Love Rug.”
Via The Frisky.