I forgot to tell you this the other day.
I was walking from work, to the metro. And getting to this particular stop involves walking through a tunnel near work. There's lots of debris in a downtown tunnel. Pieces of cardboard. Random plastic bags. Grafitti. On this day, I walked past a discarded magazine - lying face up. It was clearly a naughty magazine. But it was the title that actually made me laugh out loud. Right there in bold, red, all-caps font:
HEHEEEEEEEEE...come on!! I mean, I know I shouldn't expect a cheap-ass girly mag to have anything BUT a title like that. But BIG ONES!!!!!! My immediate thought was Al Bundy. I guess that's why I laughed. But then I thought about how the magazine might have ended up there and my giggly moment was over. Yeah, totally gross eh?
Big Ones. Big what?! Big spleens? Big handbags? Big swimmer's boogers? Judging from the girl on the cover, it should have been called "Big Twos".