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Back in my day. We didn't have the fancy intornet, with all it's pooorn. We drew pictures on the outhouse wall. With our own feces. And loved it!

Boys and grown ass men! Spanking it to boooobies drawn in human dung! You kids today have no imagination. Can't get it up with a coochie being ground in your face at the strip bar. We'd get hot seeing a sheep in heat. Have to rub one out in tall reeds by the pond.

hilarious ROFL

That's got to be one of those "I'm drunk" posts.

Funny tho.

ROFL

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Every once in a while I think that maybe you've left the dumbassery of blueballs behind you, then something like this happens.

All we had was National Geographic and we LOVED it!!!

WTH? Blueballs indeed.

LMAO

ROFL

I miss Blueballs on occasion.

Or the sight of a bare ankle in a black-and-white movie.

I didn't have it too rough as a kid, growing up in the 1978-1983 area. Sex was just starting to become acceptable on TV (Daisy Duke, "Charlie's Angels", etc.,.). In addition to porno mags, I could still take public transportation into downtown Boston and wander the Combat Zone, full of prostitutes and Pussycat Cinemas with their XXX posters. Cable TV was just coming around, and even back then, the one movie channel we could get (Starcase, I think it was called; we needed a box for it, and it was the only channel) would show "blue" films after midnight. (This was so long ago that, every month, they would mail you the little brochure with the next month's movie titles and times, and you'd wait eagerly to see what movies would be rotating that month.)

Blueballs=LaChappelle? WTF?

Simply Red has an alt? WTF?

How do I miss all this shit?
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