Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Supermarket Seep


Click to (a-hem) enlarge.

Yes, once upon a time boys and girls, it was nigh on impossible to catch a flash of Jane's bush or of John's thomas, let alone an unairbrushed tit. Thanks to Britain's puritanical publishing laws, you'd have to don a balaclava, gloves, a mackintosh, adopt limp and a foreign accent just in case anyone spotted you scarpering out of one of the few licensed adult shops with a dirty book under your arm. 

Luckly - for those of a more nervous disposition the answer was only a second class stamp away. 



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