![]() |
glowworm pin Now, HEREs a story for you. Must have been 1979 or so, when I received an offer in the mail to join the Glowworm Society. In a nutshell, if you sent in $20, the president of the Glowworm Society would send you a special pin (shown), a private diary (promised to be chock full of naughty bits), and instructions on when and where to wear the pin. A group of us at work chipped in, and sent away for the chance of untold sexual riches. No payoff! A ripoff! |
||
[I know that I have the documents around here somewhere, and will definitely scan and post them for future reference.] |
|||
|
|||