Your Dime’s Up

Back in the 80′s, before the internet, all we had for porn were skin flicks and nudie mags that you had to somehow get your hands on.   It was great, there was all kinds of good stuff out there.   But we took it for granted and complained that it got boring (terrible acting, minimal positions, same plots, Ron Jeremy etc.)  It was  hard to get.  It was expensive.  Blah Blah Blah…  An old man once told me we should feel lucky.  When he was a kid, you had to lay in a field and wait for clouds to go by that looked like boobs.   Then you’d  start whacking as fast as possible before it was gone.  If you didn’t get one out you had to wait for the next set of clouds that looked like boobs.  By that time your dick is limp and you have to start all over again.

I found this magazine in the rafters of my basement.  At least the old pervert that lived here before me didn’t have to look at clouds.

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