When I heard this story I knew at once that all Askadrunkites needed to know it, too.
It seems that a group of adolescents at a particular school began to circulate several pictures, apparently of young girls exhibiting their bare torsos. No faces were visible in the pictures, but the breasts were very plain to see. Speculation was rampant about who belonged to which photo. No one came forward to claim identity with any of the subjects.
Within a couple of days, dozens more such pictures began to circulate. It became a game. Soon the boys chipped in with penis pictures, equally anonymous, showing all stages of pubic development. It was a marvelous lark.
Of course, the rampant giggling in halls and furtive groups of bowed heads shuffling through the photos eventually attracted adult attention. The adults, altogether predictably, felt the need to squash the whole game and look exceedingly stern and unamused. What came, went.
I thought this whole story lovely; it gave me renewed hope for the future. Excepting the future of adults, you understand.
― Aimless, Sunday, 29 December 2002 22:33 (twenty-two years ago)
I LOVE tits and penises! I've missed a lot. Back when I was a kid, we didn't have tits, and penises weren't good for much more than writing in the snow. I think that it is a good thing that kids are enjoying tits and penises at an earlier age.
― Zen Clown (Zen Clown), Monday, 30 December 2002 05:10 (twenty-two years ago)
Lovely? Unlikely. You see, what was really going on there was a highly complex and futuristic police sting.
The recent Sci-fi Clone Cult is a scam, a front. It appears they are cloning child versions of police officers in order to smash dangerous paedophile rings like the one present in that school. They may have all been kids but a sexual thought is an adult thought and should be stamped out with whatever jackboot is to hand (or foot).
What if an adult of dubious posture were to get hold of those dark pannini? Such a nonce, driven to distraction by the promise of glans and girlpecs, could view one of those pictures up to twenty years later and commit a horrible act of retroabuse on the child. An honest family man with a job at Glaxo could be walking down the company halls one day on the way to a meeting to raise the price of Aids drugs only to find his inner child the victim of a gross and superactual abuse by a remote charlie-boy. The poor man would then fold in the middle, emit tears and possibly join Ally Q as a reaction to the society that had treated him so.
These are dark times for an underdeveloped length.
― Lynskey (Lynskey), Monday, 30 December 2002 15:06 (twenty-two years ago)