Just as god intended, I'll tell you hwat.

It's the internet. That's what it's for. 😄

Now that you say that, it's really an odd, surreal experience. Were my fellow children unique, and just did not grow up, and made a blend of their childhood and what should be adult pursuits, or were people in the past just as fucked up, but all they had to make porn of was Charles Dickens and Dante and such?