When I was eight years old a kid in a grade a couple of years above described (in detail) a poster on his dad's garage wall depicting the cast of the Flintstones in various sexual poses. The creative geniuses behind this decided to call it “The Fuckstones”. Hearing that description those years ago bothered me, but now that I've grown up and been exposed to the internet, I think what's bothering me more about that recount is the unimaginative name. The Fuckstones. Ugh