I remember growing up and my cousin and I getting caught looking at my uncle's Playboy. My uncle, aunt, father and mother told us those women are all made of plastic. I hadn't a clue what they meant. I looked and I looked, but the women didn't look like blow-up dolls to me. From that experience (ah, the memories) I am grateful to my family for teaching me to not trust a word they say. That's a lesson that serves me to this day. Thanks family!
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