I had not seen that earlier article when I read this week’s Onion – those poor kids! I remember when my best friend Joey and I first let his little brother see the Penthouse Joey had swiped from their dad several months earlier. We kept it in the knot of a tree in the woods next door to his house.
Nay, I say to you! If it is returned to its True Owner, he will gain dominion over all of Middle Earth! It must be destroyed in the same fiery realm where it was first forged!
The whole running gag aspect of it kinda makes me wonder if maybe the Onion staff has a copy of that, uh, seminal work of photography floating about their HQ somewhere…
When I was in Boy Scouts there was a rumor that the son of our Scoutmaster had hidden a cache of girlie magas in the building we met in. So our pack (a “squad” of five or six guys who were a subunit of the troop) held a Saturday meeting. Our first and only agenda item: find those girlie mags! We did, too! Some were hidden in a vent, some were hidden in atop some very high cabinets. We divvied them up, smuggled them home when our parents came to pick 'em up, and promptly hid and lost them all. though there were rumors for years afterwards of caches of girlie mags in plastic bags to be found in the woods behind our homes.