I know.
The world was dark and terrible then.
Back then, in the ancient of days, I would take any chance I could to wander off into Waldenbooks, hoping to sneak a furtive, desperate glance at this (and other such books), praying no one saw me.
It seems so tame now.
Anyway, I found this (Ken Haak's Sleeping Beauties) today at a charity book fair, nestled in the "Art book" section. It was 50 cents, so, of course, I had to buy it.
I just have to wonder which poor soul
(Oh, how I would squint desperately at this one, trying to get a faint glimpse of peen. No wonder I need contacts now) |
(I always wondered, "what the hell is he doing with that chapstik and change anyway?"). |
(oh, but these are the images that life long insecurities are made of.) And they lived neurotically ever after. |
5 comments:
after dark magazine was my go-to.
ah yes, sweet dreams
the chapstick man is up to no good, that's for certain.
*notes change on the bed*
Not much of a tip, is it?
I'd find last month's issue of Playgirl in the dumpster behind our WaldenBooks in my small Texas town....the lengths we went to to see some dick!
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