So I’m sitting here flipping through Playboy and I’m like okay, you’ve got an article on fossils, an article on mud and stuff, I get it. And then I’m *finally* like boobs, finally! And then there’s a freaking article on Frank Sinatra and I’m like there just aren’t enough boobs in this magazine.
The Redhead, doing the exact opposite of “reading Playboy for the articles” proving once more why she is one of my best friends.