The ex-wife tried calling me yesterday. And I didn't answer.

KyAllroad wrote: In reply to Wall-e: Kids today will never understand the lengths we went to to find naked pictures of girls back in the day. A ratty old Playboy was gold and guarded like the Crown Jewels.

When I was a kid I used to work for my father after school a couple days a week, emptying trash barrels at his self-serve carwash. One day I found a paper grocery bag full of barely-read Penthouse magazines (this was in 1979 or 1980; I was about 14-15). Acting nonchalant, I stashed the whole bag under the wheeled dumpster for later retrieval when pops wasn't around.

I almost cried when it poured rain before the gang and I could figure out a way to get back there.

KyAllroad wrote: In reply to Wall-e: Kids today will never understand the lengths we went to to find naked pictures of girls back in the day. A ratty old Playboy was gold and guarded like the Crown Jewels.

Talk about shaking out some cobwebs.

My old man used to get Stag and some other men's mags. My uncle (who was my godfather) got Playboy. That is why I am the way I am today.

Duke wrote:

KyAllroad wrote: In reply to Wall-e: Kids today will never understand the lengths we went to to find naked pictures of girls back in the day. A ratty old Playboy was gold and guarded like the Crown Jewels.

When I was a kid I used to work for my father after school a couple days a week, emptying trash barrels at his self-serve carwash. One day I found a paper grocery bag full of barely-read *Penthouse* magazines (this was in 1980 or so; I was 15). Acting nonchalant, I stashed the whole bag under the wheeled dumpster for later retrieval when pops wasn't around. I almost cried when it poured rain before the gang and I could figure out a way to get back there.

Another flash from the past. We did an environmental assessment on an old gas station/tire recapping business years ago. One back room had a huuuuggggge stash of Playboys.

In reply to Wall-e:

One summer when I was about nine years old, I went to parks and rec day camp. We had two counselors who were in their late teens or early 20s, one male and one female. He drove an old metallic green Buick Riviera and she wore a OUI magazine t-shirt. I'm pretty sure that both were completely stoned approximately 100% of the time. The park where we went to camp shared a border with the town dump, and we were there from 9am until noon, which was precisely the time that I would hop the fence and begin searching for old copies of OUI magazine.

Ever hear of a magazine called "AutoX"? Or something like that. I forget....

Dr. Hess wrote: Ever hear of a magazine called "AutoX"? Or something like that. I forget....

I think you're thinking of AutoBuff...

In reply to Woody:

I think I had exactly one issue of that magazine. I still remember the blonde next to the old Ford truck. EDIT: the person posting the photo is named Woody. Coincedence?

In my defense, I was 14.

Only on GRM .

Well it wasn't going so great in the other direction.

Duke wrote:

KyAllroad wrote: In reply to Wall-e: Kids today will never understand the lengths we went to to find naked pictures of girls back in the day. A ratty old Playboy was gold and guarded like the Crown Jewels.

When I was a kid I used to work for my father after school a couple days a week, emptying trash barrels at his self-serve carwash. One day I found a paper grocery bag full of barely-read *Penthouse* magazines (this was in 1980 or so; I was 15). Acting nonchalant, I stashed the whole bag under the wheeled dumpster for later retrieval when pops wasn't around. I almost cried when it poured rain before the gang and I could figure out a way to get back there.

With the advent of the Internet, kids will never know the supreme joy of finding ditch porn in the forrest. We didn't care that it was from 1972, or the girls muff looked like they were sitting on top of Buckwheat, we had porn.

In reply to Woody:

In for more pictures of that Mustang with box flares, 70s paint, and turbine wheels...

No, I'm pretty sure it was either AutoX or AutoXXX and was run by a small breasted woman with a patio fetish.

dculberson wrote: If she really needed to tell you something she would send it in a text or leave it in a voicemail. Since she's not doing that, she's looking for something from you.

This

Huckleberry wrote: "I have Hep C"

If there were a chance she gave it to him, he would have found out years ago.

mndsm wrote: Lost his mind maybe, what the duece? Why such a wide wheel for that tire?

Because 15x8=205, 15x9=225 and 15x10=245, simple.

Woody wrote:

Dr. Hess wrote: Ever hear of a magazine called "AutoX"? Or something like that. I forget....

I think you're thinking of *AutoBuff*...

I have a subscription to this magazine for the articles.

I've only been a lurker here, but this has been a delightfully amusing, entertaining, and absurd thread. I love it.

There is a workbench in the back of my parents basement that was filled with old tools and such that the previous owner had left. I was about 10-11 and I was crawling under it. I found an old green metal box filled with black and white photos and 8mm film of what I guess was homemade porn. One day I came home from work and he was cleaning out the workshop to start setting up a table saw and lathe he'd bought. He called me down to show me this cool old box he found to keep our fishing stuff in.

In reply to Dr. Hess:

Hey, I'm solidly average.

What was the question, again?

Marjorie Suddard wrote: In reply to Dr. Hess: Hey, I'm solidly average.

Me too

Appleseed wrote:

Duke wrote:

KyAllroad wrote: In reply to Wall-e: Kids today will never understand the lengths we went to to find naked pictures of girls back in the day. A ratty old Playboy was gold and guarded like the Crown Jewels.

When I was a kid I used to work for my father after school a couple days a week, emptying trash barrels at his self-serve carwash. One day I found a paper grocery bag full of barely-read *Penthouse* magazines (this was in 1980 or so; I was 15). Acting nonchalant, I stashed the whole bag under the wheeled dumpster for later retrieval when pops wasn't around. I almost cried when it poured rain before the gang and I could figure out a way to get back there.

With the advent of the Internet, kids will never know the supreme joy of finding ditch porn in the forrest. We didn't care that it was from 1972, or the girls muff looked like they were sitting on top of Buckwheat, we had porn.

Back when the men weren't the only ones with side burns. I still remember finding 80s penthouse....kids these days have it too easy....you can dial up blu ray quality porn on your cell phone while on the porcelain throne. There's no chase anymore. No excitement.

Antihero wrote: While I'm late to the party here.....I'm of a mind that exes are the turds of life. Doesn't matter how good the meal/relationship was, you shouldn't carry around the turd/ex around in your life...your ex is the after effect of your past life. I've been called an shiny happy person because of that view though lol

I once heard of exes being described similarly, though the analogy related to taking one back vs taking a dump and the trying to put it back in.