Growing up I spent a good deal of my time reading my brother’s Penthouse magazines. I devoured them. Front front cover to back cover, I memorized every nook and cranny.
I eventually got my own subscription and over a period of years the boxes of magazines began to pile up. When I eventually got married my new wife found the boxes of Penthouse and flipped out.
“Why in hell do you need ten boxes of porno mags!?!?” she wondered very loudly.
Well, my dear, they aren’t just porno mags. They are a fucking icon and I grew up on their humor and unbiased journalism. You practically fucking married me because of the balls I grew while reading these very magazines. So no, we will not throw them in the trash. Deal with it!
Yeah well… They eventually ended up being sold on Ebay to a collector. She might have cleared some space in the attic, but I still have the upper hand. I have a subscription to Penthouse.com!
Now I can read my articles and view the lovely ladies like Adrienne Manning above without that bitch finding out about it. She thought 10 banana boxes was a lot of porn? Ha!
Not only do I have mountains of banana boxes worth of pics, now I have video too! And the pics. I can zoom way the fuck in. Couldn’t do that with a magazine. Penthouse even has live shows.
So – You may think you have won, evil woman, but it is I who has had the last laugh!