Re: Holly Fu$#@&? PLAYBOY!!!
The old school silicon boobs were something to behold. Grain silos we used to call them!
There was an old drunk farmer who lived not far from where I grew up. He had three sons, two of whom were borderline psychos. One day me, my brothers, and some friends were playing baseball in the field behind my house and within sight of old man Sabal's land.
He approached us and began to relate a story of how his out building had been burglarized and his many tools and other things were stolen. He offered us a reward for their return.
In addition to tools, his collection of skin mags were taken. When he described the "nasty picutures" he did not want us to look at if we found them, my little brother Pete (He was probably 13 at the time!) kept pestering him, "What kind of pictures?" He tried to be coy but Pete was persistent!
Anyway, he capped off the offer by giving us a deposit and telling us to find out who took the goods so his sons could kill them!
We began our investigation and soon turned up leads!
We confronted some of our neighborhood hoods and they naturally offered to kick our asses until we offered that we could go tell Sabal and let his boys handle it!
The goods were offered up quickly...And we began to return the tools in earnest.
The skin mags were another matter. The word "Bonanza" comes to mind! We're talking Playboys from the late '50's right up to the contemporary era, roughly 1973 IIRC. So we took about two weeks returning them, incrementally, as every delivery netted us about $5.00 clams each. Not bad for a bunch of unemployed teenagers in 1973! We had our tree forts decorated with select centerfolds and poses of some amazing beauties.
I'll never forget sitting at my friend Scott's picnic table when his mom came out and saw the lot of us going through stacks of Playboys and some especially rank porn rags: this was in the pre-good looking women era of porn! My friend Stan kept one particularly rancid photo in his wallet for years after! (Stan became embitterd when My brother Greg took him "Off the case")
Anyway, Scott's mom came home from work early and went apeshit! Something about the last thing she expected to see was the whole neighborhood's teen perverts sitting in her back yard with cases of wank magazines! She started hammering on Scott and his brother while calling the rest of us every name in the book. We hastily gathered our "literature" and proceeded to get it back to Mr. Sabal before our parents were informed. We did and they were...
We never gave up the names of the douche bags who stole his stuff as we really thought the psychos would kill them. So we made some cash one summer in south eastern New Hampshire and I still have the memories of those grain silos.
I have often wondered what those what those breastesses looked like when the bloom of youth fell of those babes. I'll never forget the photos of Julie Newmar naked. I never looked at my favorite Catwoman the same way again!
