Paper Route
I was in Middle School and I had a paper route that took me into an apartment complex. It was a fairly large complex, with dozens of massive buildings. And each trip, as a kid, I'd nose around the large dumpsters to see what useful items the residents might be throwing away. One day, along my way, I came across a typically productive dumpster only to find a stack of magazines, neatly stacked and tied with packaging string sat directly next to the dumpster. Not IN the dumpster, mind you, sat right next to it.

I caught the image on the top mag and noted it was an extremely naked woman...and the words "OUI" were printed large along the top. I had heard tale of a nudey mag called "OUI" but surely, this was not an entire stack of girly mags?! The stack was placed there by it's previous owner as if waiting for a young'un like myself to come along and scamper off with it...which I did...immediately and sheepishly!

I began my own cottage industry, providing nudey mags for all my little friends....at a cost of course, and the raunchier the mag, the higher the price. I took my time perusing them to give each one a "Raunch Rating."

Months go by and, to my great fortune, I had been able to take delivery of one other neat bundle, in the same exact location. My bubble gum and video game money was pouring in...and then, I hid them where noone would ever look...or so I thought.

My Father had this great big Radial Arm Saw sat on a cabinet. I figured I would put my girly mag collection under that. A brilliant hiding place, right up until the day my Father asked me to come give him a hand moving the saw so he could vacuum the sawdust from behind it. I was busted. Got a good thrashing by the Old Man and for 2 months, was driven around on my paper route to try to make sure I wasn't squirreling away more girly mags. You would have thought my Parents would have appreciated my capitalistic approach. But no.

So, while the story is not about my personal wanking, I provided loads of young me with plenty of wank bank materials for half their cover price!
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Mon 21 Feb 2011, 20:16, 3 replies)

Young entrepeneur of the year.
Your dad shoulda blackmailed you for a piece of the bubble gum money. Winz all round then.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 5:53, closed)

Not sure if it's a good or bad thing
but my dad would have been rather pleased if he'd caught me with a pile of jazz mags.

His attitude was (and I'm quoting him here) 'Do what you want, but don't come home with any puddings'.
( Not Pineapple anymore, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 11:02, closed)

And that....
..was how Alan Sugar started. ;)

Great story, have a click.
( Evil Bastardo, Tue 22 Feb 2011, 16:29, closed)