simple, yet loud.
Intriguing.
This one cracks me up. There’s just something ridiculous about finding little pieces of porn in the strangest places. The title is perfect.
the first time i ever found discarded porn was when i was about seven and building a fort. there was a bargain harold’s bag sitting at the base of a nearby tree collecting rain. inside was a mangled issue of black tail.
Amazing memory for detail. I especially love the Bargain Harold’s bag. I was one of those unfortunate children who had to bear the stigma of Bargain Harold’s clothes. BiWay was considered a step up.
Ah yes, boy and his blob has just described what seems to be a universal ritual: finding porn in the woods
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