A buddy noted the other day that we grew up in the real renaissance of porn Not so much for the quality but more by the way it's delivered. He said that years ago a guy like me would have had to resort to the indignity of buying pornography at the gas station as opposed to being able to stream it for free online at any number of tube sites
I reminded him that though today I am not forced into the undignified slums of the gas station selection but that I was a veteran of this type having more than just a few experiences with buying porn at bodegas, gas stations and magazine stands in Penn Station
I am the one who first brought to light the ridiculousness of the three-pack. You get one copy of jugs, one copy of penthouse letters and in between them you get something called Family Matters which for those who haven't been privy is a magazine devoted to incest
So yes Zed I have been through the indignity of this
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