I remember the National Lampoon of my youth as cutting-edge, razor sharp social satire with some sophisticated sexual humor tossed in to keep the plebes happy. When I got the jokes and the arcane political references, I felt like I was part of a high-minded fraternity. Well, I started looking through some of the National Lampoon archive recently, and it’s safe to say that the reality is a little different than my memory. While there was some funny artwork and clever satire, mostly I saw a shit ton of titties. Plus a million stereo ads with more titties. I can’t say the ads didn’t work. To this day, I love a good stereo.