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Our Ginger Fuhrer's young life was scarred by the discovery of an end-of-the-pier 'What The Butler Saw' machine and a jazz mag shoved behind a toilet cistern. Tell us about the first time you realised that there was more to life than sweet shops and Friday night TV
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How exactly all this porn ended up in the woods in the first place
( , Wed 17 Aug 2011, 18:48, 6 replies)
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The jazz mag of the necrophiliac rape fetishist.
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into it's natural habit, the hedgerow.
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the wonders of the Internet I had a massive pile of mags which didn't meet my requirements any longer. So I drove out to the woods and left them in nice neat pile. I saw it as performing a vital public service.
Actually I do slightly regret it - in amongst the pile was a stack of my Dad's porn mags from the 70's which were brilliant, and to which I popped my wanking cherry. Kind of wish I still had those for nostalgia purposes.
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I once found out for myself when as a young whippersnapper I "had" to bung a load of old grot in a hedge, of course in a true chicken/egg moment, I only did this as I thought it was the norm and couldnt afford the risk of putting it in a bin
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