When I was 10, I actually shoplifted a Playboy magazine. I still remember the cover, a nude woman swimming.
I was so excited until my Mom found it. Ouch!
When I was a young teen I got paid $1 to mow my family’s two-acre yard. As soon as I got paid, I would hustle down to the local convenience store and buy the latest Playboy magazine. I eventually had quite a collection hidden under my mattress. One day our house was burglarized and the crooks turned over all the mattresses, thus revealing my stash. My old man was appalled and made me take them down to the fireplace and burn them. That was one of the saddest days of my life, :-) Shortly thereafter, I found a collection of “Smut” magazines hidden in my old man’s shoe cabinet. They were quite more vile than my relatively harmless Playboy magazines. That was the day I developed a keen sense of hypocrisy. :-)
Mom finds playboy. Mom tells Dad. Dad is relieved to learn son is not gay. Win!
One of my best friends hid his stash outside his window in some high bushes...I didn’t know this until I went to pick him up on a Friday night.
The family dog somehow got into the stash and shredded it all over the lawn!
I showed up to him sitting in the living room with his dad giving him an angered lecture. At some point his dad yelled, “Son of a bitch!” and without skipping a beat, my friend replied, “Well you married her!”
I’ve never seen a man turn so beet red and before he could turn around, we flat out sprinted to the door. He got what was coming when he showed back home that night.