Went to Borders and picked up the latest Wired magazine, the latest “Combat Handguns”, and the 50th anniversary issue of Playboy (January 2004).
I much prefer Playboy from the 70s, when the playmates weren’t all generic dyed-blonde blue-eyed chest-implant clones. Normal women, with normal breasts (big or small) and meat on their bones, please! I detest pinups who look like they’d snap in half like a dry twig if you gave them a bear hug. If I wanted to see bleach and silicone I’d go to to the laundry and plumbing supplies aisles at Wal-Mart.