I remember getting into a lot of trouble when my mom found out that I borrowed this from my next door neighbor.
"What are you doing with this pornography?', she yelled. "Hmmm," I thought, "pornography. Allll-right."
Do you people realize that that woman could have screwed me up for life? I could be some freak geting turned on by Alfred E. Newman.
Luckily, my neighbor's brother had an outstanding collection of titty books and Hustler's, so I was spared a future of freakdom.
I was even allowed to finish reading the damn magazine, since it spent the better part of the next two years next to the toilet in my parent's bathroom.
Maybe I should get the boys a subscription.