And just when I thought I'd found the perfect Father's Day's gift for my perverted old father:
Pornography as an epidemic leading to the guilty ruin of wholesome American families? I don't believe it. My father (pictured, right) has always been a pornography enthusiast, and I couldn't imagine a happier childhood. Why, it seems like just yesterday that he sat me — a precocious blond three year old — down upon his naked lap and, in his commanding baritone, read to me from the latest Hustler. "This is a good one, Johnny..." he'd start. "'Dear Hustler — I never thought I'd make it with three generations at once, but one day, when visiting my girlfriend's grandmother at the local retirement castle, fate delectably intervened."
Porn for Father's Day? Not exactly [Kentucky]