Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Wednesday, 7 November 2018

From Uncle Bob's Porn Stash

Often my mind wanders back to the idyll of my youth. Baseball. BB guns. Bicycles. Sunshine.

Skin mags used to be out front in the stores  where us creepy kids could thumb through them at an age when we didn't know what that thing between our legs was or how to use it. There was no free internet porn like you pampered young punks have today; you had to pay for it - which would have embarrassed all but the coarsest men of the day. Or get it discreetly by subscription and hide it away so that easily corruptible kids (like Yours Truly) didn't find it.

Who woulda thunk that period authentic porn could take us back to an age where we were better men and women, living in better times? And yet - here we are. As I move into the head position here at Uncle Bob's Institute For Wayward Boys N' Retards, I keep finding Uncle Bob's stashes of retro-porn that make interesting windows in times long past. That's the only reason I read this stuff of course - harrrrumpfffff!!!




Holy Mackaral!!!!! Getting strafed by a fighter plane whilst 
fornicating in a hot tub??? 
You don't see stuff like this in today's low quality porn!
(Errr… so I'm told by creeps like Pete and Jack).



Hmpffff! Maybe I am wrong about
this idea that "porn was better back in the good ol' days."

Funny how potentially great writing always seems to get derailed on a Wednesday. 
Have a great Humpday, all a ya's!!! And thanks again for stopping by!

1 comment:

  1. Sort of funny how something that was considered beyond the edge 60 years ago is rather pedestrian today.

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