... I so wanted to buy a subscription for & have it delivered to my least favorite professor's office  

but never got the nerve to execute, alas.... (today I would not hesitate)

At the time I was a junior reporter for the internal newspaper of another publisher and, when our team played Screw I covered the game.
Our team won and I wanted to see if I could slip a double-entendre past our editor so I wrote that our team "had administered a thorough licking" to Screw.  I was amazed when it slipped through and appeared in print. Never did hear how many of our readers wee laughing up their sleeves.

responded to a Screw ad.  Townhouse in mid-town Manhattan, must have been worth a fortune. Fee was the royal price of $150, and I could only afford to visit one time. Uncovered. Ladies looked like models, in fact I think they were. You sat down with one of the beauties and browsed through a photo album. Shazzam!

As a college student I lived in a house with a bunch of hippies, each one of us rented a bedroom and we shared a kitchen and bathrooom.  It was a wierd collection of long hairs: I was a serious student but others were just there for the parties, including "Porno Frank" who was supporting himself by selling things he advertised in Screw magazine.  Some were legit, like dildos.  I remember trying to eat a hotdog while he packed up dildos for shipment.  But he also posted ad such as "Pictures of 43 sexy pre-teens, send $5 to Pporno Frank", for which someone would receive a copy of his 4th grade class photo.  He actually made a fair bit of money doing this and Screw eventually began posting warning in the Classified section.

Brings back great memories, thanks for that!