In my day, you had to download porn one row of pixels at a time.
Which reminds me of a funny memory. I was in high school during the days of the dial-up BBS. My best friend (RIP) somehow knew a guy who ran a porn BBS. While I’m sure it would be harmless, I won’t divulge the name, just in case. I don’t remember how he knew him, I think he just lived nearby, maybe went to our high school or something.
The guy asked us if we wanted to see his BBS setup. Naturally, as we were high school boys, we jumped on the opportunity to see a cache of porn. We went to his house - just a regular suburban home - and he took us to the basement to see valhalla.
It was just a computer. It wasn’t some porn wonderland. He bragged about how many megabytes of pics he had (megabytes in that era), showed us some photos, etc. At first it was kind of cool, but as he kept talking and as we stood there, we gradually got more and more weirded out. Eventually, he told us he could give us free premium access to his BBS, but by that point, we just wanted to get out of there, so we were all like:
and we left
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