On Masonry Masturbatorial Materials

Years ago I found a copy of Playgirl rolled up and wedged rather poorly behind a toilet in a book store men's room. Moderately amusing. In fact, moderately more amusing that had it been the expected Playboy. (Statistically, I'd imagine this accounts for approximately one in ten rolled up spank mags wedged behind toilets in men's rooms.)

Recently, I found a copy of Home Decor.

You sick fucks. I'm sorry, I try to be as open-minded as the next guy, but houses? I mean, Jesus Christ, guys, there's a limit. Don't get me wrong, I find gazebos as threateningly attractive as the next dude, but looking at all those houses with their reupholstered living rooms and bare floors … that's just so exploitative. I mean most of those houses have kids rooms.

True, some have a double-wide garage, but now we're just starting to make excuses for a perpetually biased and degrading industry.

For shame, sickos. For shame.