What's up with porn in the woods? It's apparently a widespread phenomenon, or at least it was when I was a kid. There was no real secret in our house where Dad's Penthouses were stashed, but somehow the porn in the woods was just a little more exciting. Because it was illicit. And because it was battered old copies of Hustler and Oui, much skankier porn than Penthouse -- which at that time was only slightly dirtier than Playboy.
It must be a rather different experience to be a kid today, where you don't have to try very hard to get porn. Somehow I imagine the experience isn't quite as guilt-ridden -- and by "guilt-ridden" of course I mean "fun."
I have no idea who left all that porn in the woods when we were kids, but I'd like to shake his hand.
Wait, no I wouldn't....
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