Saw the strangest sign in the laundry room in my apartment complex. You know how there are usually all these "for sale" fliers in laundry rooms, people selling couches, DVD players, XBoxes, that sort of crap? Well, this was a flier for adult movies -- 12 on DVD and 4 on VHS tape.
The idea of going into a guy's apartment and browsing through his second-hand porn is really, really nasty. I mean, it's one thing to have hand-me-down porn from a friend ("Dude, my girlfriend is moving in with me. You wanna hold these movies for me?" or "Dude, I'm moving into a smaller apartment and putting some shit in storage at my parents' house. Can you hold on to these 48 Hustler mags for me?") but it's another thing to own something that a stranger once pleasured himself to.
The idea of going into a guy's apartment and browsing through his second-hand porn is really, really nasty. I mean, it's one thing to have hand-me-down porn from a friend ("Dude, my girlfriend is moving in with me. You wanna hold these movies for me?" or "Dude, I'm moving into a smaller apartment and putting some shit in storage at my parents' house. Can you hold on to these 48 Hustler mags for me?") but it's another thing to own something that a stranger once pleasured himself to.