Is prison bored shit this by reading my e-mails?

Hustle e-mails! Hustle e-mails!

I drenched in links Africa, so where are the females?

Hustle e-mails! Hustle e-mails!

Helen and Ollie! Hustle e-mails!

Last week, Oli revealed an ingenious system that he used to hide

his arousing magazines that he enjoyed as a teenager.

That's right. Take boring-looking magazines

and nestle your porn mags, spine-inwards between them on the shelf.

And many of the rest of you have also been in touch

to tell us how you hid yours.

How do you hide yours?

It's an adult's aversion of the classic cabbri's refrain.

Indeed.

Halister says, my brother used to hide his porn mags

on top of the suspended ceiling in the bathroom.

So the ceiling could one day collapse

and shower pornography upon the people in the bath.

That's American pie levels of inconceivability, I wouldn't say.

Megan Highters in a beanbag chair.

That's texturally wrong for anyone sitting in the beanbag

that they're going to wonder what ruttles beneath.

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