My older brother used to buy this and hide them in his room. I knew his hiding place so I used them as whacking material. No matter how careful I was about putting them back, he always knew. God, I was so pathetic back then. Still am, mostly.
I used to take penthouse and staple sports illustrated over the cover and take them to school to read during study hall, thought it was cool but it was really pretty stupid...
Jay Thomas told a story about how he and a friend set up some sort of bogus casting agency to get laid.
I was at a party in a field, only knew one guy there so I grab a beer and sit by a fence... a woman comes over and starts talking spanish..I'm like whatever want a beer? she's wearing a dress, she turns around and sits on my lap. she reaches under the dress and unzips my pants and pulls my youknowwhat out. she stands up flips her dress open like an umbrella and plops back on my lap, grips and guides. I pump my paste and she relaxes..I grab her hips and say what are you drinking? as I try to move her to the seat next to mine. she says nooo..I say I'm just grabbing a beer what do you want? she moves and says budweiser. I get up and walk out the entrance, jump on my motorcycle and got the hell outta dodge. The next day I see the guy I went with..he says did you like that girl? I say "she was ok..did you see us?" he says "I sent her over to you, she's a prostitute".. I was like ..doh