Ahh yes. The titles.
Like that Fourth of July classic Yank My Noodle, Candy.
Ha.
I remember a local NFL player in Detroit was stubbornly fighting his bill from the video rental place.
He never returned about 10 X rated videos but refused to pay the value and late fees. The DJ read off the silly titles about stewardesses, housewives and nurses and their various naughty
stories. Female on the rock music radio show innocently asked where the theaters are for those movies. The guy said “You have to ask at the back of the video rental place and they bring them out.” She hadn’t heard.