My father was an avid collector of Knob, an adult humor magazine published from October of 1973 to January of 1985. These are the clippings I'm finding as I clean out his house and garage.
29/04/2024
09.1983
12/02/2024
05.1977
Another thing about Knob, there's noen ofthat "customer is always right" bullshit like today. No, the editors were openly hostile to their readers. I find that oddly refreshing. I get it, you work on something for hours and hours and thensme dipshit waddles in adn takes a giant shit on your work. The internet'sonly made this worse because anybody anywhere can share their opinon wihtout even leaving the house. You can ruin someone's day in your underpants. I guess that's progress.
I clipped this one, because it's funny, but also because it references a piece I already clipped for a previous post.


