Back in the day, we didn't have none of this Brazzers shit. To survive back in 19-diggity-2, we had to master delayed gratification. For example, if I needed to jerk my gherkin, and Sunday's newspaper with the coveted lingerie junk mail was still a few days away, I had to plan it out.
Sometimes, when I didn't feel like spending two hours whittlin' a birch twig into the shape of Farah Fawcett's left thigh... I'd break out the old Etcha Sketch to make my visions more tangible... and it was worth it!
However, I never created none of that 'step-brother/sister' shit you youngin's seem to be into these days... What in the blue hell is wrong with your generation?