If one of my relatives handed me this magazine before saying "I got my first cover!",
I'd grab it, frame it with the finest frame and hang it with pride right over my fireplace (aka radiator). Every
time someone came over, I'd brag
about the jewel of my family by showing them the cover. Then after I
eventually learned the truth and found out my family member's on the
cover of "Where" magazine and not "Whore"
magazine, I'd rip it off the wall and throw it into the trash where it
belongs. Then I'd curse the art director at Where magazine for f!cking
with my emotions.
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