I think our next thread should be “Swastika Slave Sequential Threads in Argentina’s No-Escape Brothel Camp”.
Lileks shows us the ads from the back of the magazines: “Small ads for small egos”.
I don’t think they are any more pathetic than today’s pitches to “ENLARGE YOUR PNS!!!”
I’m still a Gobbler fan. Remind me to go to Wisconsin someday. 
Is that place still around? Because that would make for a kick ass Dopefest.
I use to love those rags. But then I was 13 years old at the time. I doubt if I bought them myself, but they were around for me to find. Woo-Woo!! 
Alas, not. A national tradegdy. 
Oh, no—first Jayne Mansfield’s Pink Palace, and now the Gobbler?!
I’m gonna stick those on the pressboard shelf right next to my Louis L’Amour paperbacks… have me a Ass 'n Class section, yessireee Bob.
We could always go someplace like the Choo Choo Grill
“No French fries for my Choo-Choo!” *
- Bizarrely obscure Wild Wild World of Jayne Mansfield reference)
Am I the only one who imagines that Eve looks like this (including wearing the same outfit)?
Ah, the days when you could get a monkey for twenty bucks… We’ll never see those prices again.
I passed by this thread so many times thinking things like, “Is Eve taking up bowhunting?” “Great! A link to virtual taxidermy,” and “I see enough deer, thank you, when I almost hit one with my car two times a week.”
The curiosity was killing me.
This isn’t about deer at all.
“Oh! You surprised me in my nightie!”
Lest we forget:
Never has this been truer than in these troubled times. 
My beloved girlfriend refers to this as the “Oh no! I’ve lost my panties!” look.
You mean this look?