Monstar, you read my mind with Electra Woman & Dynagirl... you sick Sid & Marty Krofft watchin' mutherfucker!
But how did this thread get this far without mentioning the quintessential pre-internet stroke icon?!!


Not to mention...





Due to inummerable lotion-soaked afternoon stroke sessions waiting for a tantalizing glimpse of MaryAnne or Jeanie's elusive bellybuttons, I'm forever tormented by an unnatural navel fetish.

Oh yeah, and I almost forgot!



Can you even comprehend the discipline and self-control required to get wood as soon as Lee Majors starts singing "The Unknown Stuntman", and then pop 45 seconds later as Heather Thomas walks through those swinging doors in that blue bikini!!?
It's no small feat my friend!