Though I'm slightly young to have been an adult in the halcyon days of the 1980's when a group called "The Hung Jury" was formed, I've recently been e-mailing with somebody with some apparent knowledge of it and its eccentric founder, one Sam Frank. I googled up info within this group, and a magnificently composed at times hilarious post was made by Cypher 13 on 6/25/2003. Can anyone please provide any information as to whether this group survives or what has become of its founder? The Hung Jury was variously a supposed heterosexual dating club, a big cock club (Sam used to send out mailers with the preamble- Dear Hung Dude) and sort of a long dong fraternity. Sam would distribute, for some ridiculous price, a cornucopia of wealth and knowledge for we self-described Hung "Duders" via a newsletter and pamphlet which he reportedly churned out on a 1960's era mimeograph. According to Cypher 13 who seems to have literary credentials if his prose is any indication "to describe the content of what I read as wafer thin would be an insult to wafer makers from coast to coast." With each edition, grainy B&W images of mailed in photographs appeared with some hyperbole like "foot-long Anaconda." He kept the sum total of his mailed in photographic penile wealth in a shoe box next to his bed. Sam was also a self-described hetersexual, but with a sole obsession with inordinately large penises, had never (to my e-mail friend's knowledge) ever had an actual date with a woman, and had behavioral quirks that made the late Howard Hughes the model of normalcy. Example- he regularly phoned both he and his wife at all hours of the night and begged them to report the number of inches she could accomodate and the number and strength of his orgasms. She finally told him not to call or risk police arrest. Perpetually poverty stricken, he followed around (hitchhiking since he couldn't drive) a well known authoress of the 1970's and 1980's at her Hollywood book signings, beseeching her for celebrity penis sizes "since I know that you are a well known size queen." That must have gone over well with her publishing reps on the publicity tour. She the authoress even mentioned Sam on the Joan Rivers Show. "This creapy little guy followed me around..." Unfortunately I came in at the conclusion of The Hung Jury via a third party who had been duped into using Sam Frank's celebrity penis size statistics in his book. A sleuth with the cunning of Conan Doyle's Watson could have determined that Sam got his celebrity penis size statistics dreaming and masturbating at 2 am in his run down Hollywood Apartment. Can anyone supply a postscript? What becometh of The Hung Jury? Certainly Sam must still be around...someplace... dreaming of knee bangers and counting penises to put him to sleep. Have a Merry Christmas and a Hung New Year.