Loads of bad and/or bizarre magazines (some NSFW). Reminds me of that Woody Allen movie where he goes in to a magazine-shop, grabs copies of all sorts of intellectual publications and ends up sticking a porn-mag in the middle of the stack. When he puts them on the counter, the shop-owner yells across the store: “Joe! How much for a copy of Orgasm?” See, now that’s the kind of stuff I find funny.
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