No one wants to see bones.
We want boobs!
I came close to selling Grit magazine but we moved too much—three different junior highs. Mowing lawns was real money.
I did order some Sea Monkeys. If you used your imagination they looked nothing like the ads.
I always wanted to order those x-ray glasses when I was a kid but they had to come via U.S. mail and I was afraid my parents would get them and find out what a perv I was.