1) When I was eight or nine, my friend's dad had an epic Playboy stash in their garage. I definitely got an eyeful.
2) It was actually a Spectator-style newspaper with those cheesy edited hardcore advertisements. My friend gave it to me. I was 13.
3) Around the same time, another friend's dad had a poorly-hidden stash in his closet of tapefuls of hardcore scenes edited together, apparently from different tapes. Oh, man. Christy Canyon, Ashlyn Gere, all kinds of big names with big hair, having sex with mullet clones (complete with the molester moustache).
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