Remember, you need a p*rn buddy
(One of those links must work)
secretly sellotaped it all over a mate's windows, behind his blinds, before going off for a lads weekend.
did this to a house mate back in student days whilst he was collecting his (annoyingly stuck-up) girlfriend from train station. Stuck pics everywhere; inside cupboard and wardrobe doors, lined his drawers, under his pillow...
Gosh how they laughed
Stuck pics everywhere; inside cupboard and wardrobe doors, lined his drawers, under his pillow...
Funnily enough we did exactly that to the same bloke on his 21st birthday at uni.
Photocopied a hundred copies of a photo of him doing a handstand naked and then pasted them all round his flat with wallpaper paste, including inside cupboards, behind the fridge etc etc
Then when he passed out drunk later that night we shaved one leg and spray painted the other fluoro orange.
To be honest I'm not sure why he is still friends with me
We plastered the rear of a van parked in front in the tunnel après a summer Morzine trip in 2005ish. So sorry to the fella in the van. No idea how far he got until he realised the rear doors were a smorgasbord of porn and gaffer tape.
My GF torched my childhood stash from 'men only' - I remember that was the first, to the top of the range Hustlers of the latter years.
A copy of Penthouse with Madonna featured in black and white. When going through some old motor mags I hoped it might be in the pile but alas, no.
Edit: all is not lost. Googling "penthouse Madonna" brings up a copy of the feature on some Frog's blog and even a site dedicated to that edition.
A friend of mine once moved into a rented house that had a filing cabinet in the box room. Said cabinet contained the finest collection of printed filth in all of Christendom.
I'm not suggesting that the room had hosted some extensive "reading", but you could have slammed the curtains.
i used to have a small cabinet full of scud books back in my teenage years. sold it to a mate after a few years.
Biking road trips back in the day always involved the purchasing of copious quantities of grot, we would always stop at the bp garage in Jedburgh on the way up to glentress, which would invariably be left in full display on the parcel shelf/dashboard while out actually cycling.
I used to routinely donate my mags to hedgeporn after the trips.
I think the last one of those trips was 2008!
A small bubble of snot has come out of my nose.
which would invariably be left in full display on the parcel shelf- ha - done to me by "friends".
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How are these publications still going? Who the hell buys them?
Sailors innit, or specifically submariners with no internet access.
At St Levan's gate Devonport Dockyard, there is a small row of shops with everything the sailor with a few hours ashore needs, including a uniform adjuster (you know, where you get your braiding ets sewn on), a greasy spoon, a topless pub, bookies/fuitmachine place and the Legendary Ron Dewdney's pasties, which sells almost as much top shelf grot as it does food. So much so that there is but a token sprinkling of daily papers and puzzle books right at the bottom, and the top shelves start about three feet from the floor and go all the way to the ceiling.
In my mates mixed flat in uni halls one of the three toilet cubicles was pasted floor to ceiling with pictures of very unchristian sexual practices from grumble mags.
The cleaners refused to go in there so it was like that bog out of trainspotting by the end of the year, even then we caught one lad from a different flat cracking one out in there
I've just remembered something else.
I was about 11 and round a mates house, I had a vague idea of what filth mags were, but only from tiny scraps found in hedgerows. My mate told me that we had to make ourselves scarce as the "porn baron" was turning up to sell some grot to my mates older brother (about 15). We went into his room to play on the Spectrum or something similar when the doorbell goes and hear his brother go to the front door.
Being nosey I decide to look out to see the identity of the "Porn Baron". Turns out it was my 15yo cousin who lived about 10 miles away and had cycled over to carry out his trade!
used to find loads at remote sites at work,mainly 60's and 70's vintage,I don't mind a growler
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