Vintage Pulp | Nov 12 2010 |
The adult tabloid National Informer is in full bloom in this issue published today in 1972. By now they’re up to volume 22, issue 20, which is simply amazing considering virtually nobody remembers this paper (or at least, nobody admits remembering it). But that’s one reason Pulp Intl. exists—to bring near-forgotten publications like Informer back to the light to embarrass an entire generation now pretending to be upstanding senior citizens, as well as to teach a new generation about vintage sexual aids like the Black Bomber, the Universal Rectal Unit, the Vibrating Funky Finger and, grandmother’s favorite little helper, the P.S.G. Pumpometer. Now that we’ve done our job, we gotta run. We’re late for band practice. We know—you had no idea we were in a band. That’s because we just formed it. Just this instant. You didn’t seriously think we’d let a name like Vibrating Funky Finger go to waste, did you? Next stop—top of the charts!