The stereotypical discarded mag in my case...
For me, I was something like the summer of 1991 when I was teenage, something like Year 9 in school.

Like most posters on here, it was a chance discovery by someone randomly discarding pr0n outdoors, I remember it as if it was yesterday.

I was cycling back from a mates house during the summer holidays from school, and I went past some factories in my area. The office block had a garage sort of effect on it, which lead into a secluded bit like a square if you went through were the back door of this garage.

Anyhow, while cycling past, the flutter of pages caught the corner of my eye. I decided to stop and investigate, as I was sure I had seen butt naked women and boobs.

Low and behold, around 3 of 4 copies of Club, probably one of the best Jazz Mags out there in my opinion. Feverishly, I stuffed them down my tracksuit top and scurried off home for further scrutinisation.

Up until that point, I never knew that the contents of girls pants sometimes resembled something looking like a meat stuffed pitta bread. After sex education lessons, it all made obvious sense knowing that there is more to be done with the pork sword besides pissing through it.

One day in conversation with a best mate, I discovered that he too found the joys of randomly discarded pr0n. He was lucky enough to find a big pile of it tied up with twine in perfect condition that hadn't been ruined by the elements yet. This best mate introduced me to the first hardcore VHS film too.

Pr0n is great. As one person once said "It taught me all what I know". I have a similar opinion of it to the late Bill Hicks (he mentions it in a sketch for those not in the know).

Cycling to work, I have noticed randomly discarded pr0n but it appears to be a dying art as people can browse the 'net for that sort of thing. To the pre-internet generation out there, it was a crucial and memorable milestone.
(Panteneman Isn't entirely sure why he bothered on, Fri 26 Jan 2007, 20:51, Reply)