Adult art
At the tender age of 16 I spent my summer working as a labourer for a psychotic carpenter. His somewhat erratic behaviour got him fired and I was left alone to clear up the site with the message from our foreman that I could keep the carpenter's fishing gear. No rods or such seemed apparent but in due course I happened upon a sealed plastic bag that I had seen him take to and from work. On opening said bag I discovered 3 dog-eared adult mags from the mid-70s involving some of the largest muffs I have ever laid my eyes on. Year's later and I'm left with a centrefold of a Debbie Harry look-a-like and the mental picture of a handyman furiously fwapping at the riverbank in the hope of catching a salmon.
(oodles, Wed 6 Jul 2005, 12:52, Reply)