A few weeks ago my girlfriend invited me to a 1920's themed boat party. And as you can imagine, nothing is better than being drunk in the middle of the river in February. But I wasn't sold until I heard that there would be a 1920's lingerie show. Now I'm not a complete creep, but I am a partial one, so I went. Here's the thing about lingerie from the 1920s: It doesn't show anything. Apparently our granddads were lucky if they saw an ankle. A very risqué ankle, but still just an ankle. No wonder they believed in their wars.
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