It’s the end of another week and once again the hawt chicks & links rolls into town on the bed of a triple road train, here for your enjoyment, for your viewing pleasure, and for the warm fuzzies that opening this package gives you each and every time. It’s never as good as the last and it’s never better than the first. Or something like that. Hang on, that might mean that the new issue is shit. Damn you, English language! I might have to put this out next week as a haiku.
nestling in the bosum,
It’s got a certain ring to it, eh what? I might even have a talent. I could go places! I could be somebody! I could –
Enough. On with it.