ZfrkS62
Tired of boredom
- Joined
- Jul 4, 2004
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I thought the right of passage was uncovering a Playboy or Penthouse in the woods, stashed under a log or distinct rock.Back in the day it was a right of passage. Guys had to pick up the courage to walk into their local newsagents, say "good morning Mrs Jones," and then reach up high for a copy of 'Gargantuan Gazumpas" before slapping it confidently on the counter while smiling politely at Mrs Smith who's there to collect her church magazine.
It was character building, it turned boys into men. Men who would have no trouble walking up to a hot girl and asking if she does buttstuff.
Now, they hide in their rooms safely downloading porn without building up the confidence of their forefathers. Is it any wonder so many 20somethings can't get laid?
Having to be careful not to tear the wet pages.
The smell of decaying plant and lichen still sure up memories of those forbidden images and the rush that came with them.
Today's generations will never know the joys of the woodland porn fairy that left those treasures.