When one of my good friends lost his mother, to help distract him, I enlarged this soft porn imagine of a woman in pirate gear showing what she’s got. I blew it up to poster size or something, and then I printed it on a regular printer (along with a picture of a penis at approximately the right size and angle). I think that gave me 15ish individual pictures? I mixed them up and mailed him one per day, saving the goods for last, with the fakeout penis second to last.
I think he had a good chuckle. It was still on his wall months later when I went to visit him.
Mailed pictures. Individually. Worse than a tiny moving picture, and nowhere near as convenient as a book.
When one of my good friends lost his mother, to help distract him, I enlarged this soft porn imagine of a woman in pirate gear showing what she’s got. I blew it up to poster size or something, and then I printed it on a regular printer (along with a picture of a penis at approximately the right size and angle). I think that gave me 15ish individual pictures? I mixed them up and mailed him one per day, saving the goods for last, with the fakeout penis second to last.
I think he had a good chuckle. It was still on his wall months later when I went to visit him.
That feeling when you accidentally hit the seek bar:
“Goddammit, Kevin! You just cost us decades!.”