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irtual
eality!
The very words strike terror into the hearts of
those who want to know what the hell people are
talking about.
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Virtue had
nothing to do with it, dearie!
--
Mae West
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Well, if you're one of those people, then
prepare to get terror-struck, because on this page
we obfuscate, prevaricate, blur, stretch, and
otherwise distort the true meaning of the very
words virtual reality in
order to entertain you and maybe get you to fork
over ten or eleven bucks one or more times in the
near future. Yes, you have reached Jim's Castro
Street Fair Virtual Reality "You Were There" (Well,
Almost) Penis Flashing Page, demonstrating
his recently acquired, far-from-state-of-the-art
knowledge of cartooning, .wav files, and maybe even
JavaScript (one day). It just doesn't get any
better than this.
So let's get started!
How you, too, can do what I did
How would you like to
have the experience I did? Namely, how would you
like to walk around naked, ask guys to show you
their dicks, and then pay them a dollar when they
do?
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Now you can, through the magic of virtual
reality! Because I am a Macintosh owner, I
am able to learn the latest virtual
reality techniques in just one afternoon's
worth of light work. You, dear peons -- uh, I mean,
persons -- will be able to experience the wonderful
consequences of this lightning-fast skill
acquisition right here, right now, as I demonstrate
my marvelous virtual reality
creation abilities.
Below, you will discover for yourself what it's
like to act like a crazy street person in San
Francisco's gayest district -- just as I did in
October, 1998. You'll be able to feel what it's
like to get all of the guys below
to open their pants and show you their penises on
the streets, in public. Kewl, eh?
Just follow these simple steps:
Take
off all your clothes except your shoes and
socks.
- Get two large poster boards and attach them
by rope at the top.
Slip
the ropes over your head, just like I did on
Castro Street.
- Walk around your room, shouting "Your dick
for a dollar! Show me your dick for a
dollar!"
- When your roommate walks in to see what's
up, wave a dollar bill under his nose and ask,
"Do you have a dick?
Show me your dick and I'll give you a dollar."
Just like I did!
- If you have no roommate, then just
hallucinate one.
- If he drops his pants, take a picture and
give him the dollar.
- If he calls the cops or the loony bin,
insist that he must have imagined it
all.
That's all there is to it! Of course, there is
the possibility that your roommate will withdraw in
disgust. In this case, run over to your computer
and continue with the steps below.
- Go back to the hallucinating step. Imagine
that you have one of the hunky guys below right
there in front of you, on Castro Street.
- Now look at his crotch. In case you lack
imagination, here's a drawing. As you can see,
he's wearing blue jeans, and the fly (his
zipper) is closed:
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Two photos of two guys who suddenly
started some hanky-panky right there on
the street!
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Two photos of a nude male tattoo and a
wonderfully-shaped uncut
penis!
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Before and after photos of a young guy
in leather with an enthusiastic attitude!
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Romantic photo of two friends showing
their dicks off at the same time!
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Three photos of a guy with GQ-style
good looks lovingly wrapping his friend's
dick with the beads!
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Isn't Virtual Reality
cool? Doesn't this page alone
justify all the hard work you've undertaken to
select, purchase, set up, and then use your current
personal computer? Of course it does. It took
thousands (if not millions) of years for humanity
to reach its current pinnacle of evolution -- and
here we are, sitting atop that very pinnacle, with
our pants down around our ankles. It's downright
inspiring.
Excuse me -- snif snif -- I have to pause here
for a moment to dab my eyes.....
...
Thank you. Thank you. I think I can continue
now.
If you agree, please take a moment to write me
and tell me how brilliant I am. Also, I'd like to
thank my mother, my father, my family, my father,
my dear teachers, President Clinton (for setting
such a good example in the pants-dropping
department), my mother, the voting members of the
Academy, and most highly, all the
guys who let us see their penises!!!
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