Once I was home from school, a little sick, but not sick enough to keep me in bed and away from the magazine rack at the drug store. I finally decided I'd had enough of sneaking peeks while no one was looking. I gathered up several non-girlie magazines and mixed in a Tiger Beat and something else with the hope that the cashier would either not notice or assume I was buying them for the sister I didn't have. But I didn't care if it screamed "GAY GAY GAY," I had to have my own copy to gawk at in the privacy of my bedroom.
Although I don't remember specifically getting any extra pleasure, knowing me, I'm sure there was a good wank at some point.
Somewhere in the innertubes today I found these and had a good laugh.
I'm curious if someone still clings to that lock of Leif's hair and whether anyone really and truly ever perfected the art of being a "Super Teen" just like him. And what were those 25 ways? The mind boggles. FYI, he's not so lust-worthy these days.
Question of the Day:
Who was (or still is) your 70s crush?
Who was (or still is) your 70s crush?
Ahh, who could forget Farrah hair?
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