Godspeed to the horny repair man. You are missed.

I was thinking a while ago about the many reasons that the 70's were awesome. The fashion and the music, of course. The cars, the movies, the well-made electronics. But there's one thing a lot of people forget about: the porn.

You see, in an era of low budget internet porn, and major studios competing to put out as much porn as cheaply as possible, something has been lost. Sure, the fucking is still there, but what about the story? What about the acting?

You see, in the 70's, these things were the best thing about porn. They provided motivation. There was drama. There was feeling. Where modern porn has two people fucking just because, 70's porn had the repair man reaming the lonely housewife just because (there would usually be some reference to "fixing the plumbing" here, but really, he was just horny).

But now, where is the repair man? Out of work. He's on a park bench, track marks all over his arms and legs and eyeballs and that vein right under his dick, feeding the pigeons, reminiscing about the glory days he'll never get back.

So next time you beat off to some hot XXX action, please, think of the repair man.