Mystery Magazine My Ass

Inbetween soliciting strangers for sex today, I noticed the current edition of The Strand Magazine sitting on a nearby newstand. After browsing through it, I have to say that it was almost completely different than what I expected-- i.e., it wasn't composed entirely of pictorial layouts of Nancy holding me down and kicking me in the testicles repeatedly (which, incidentally, was the only interesting thing I got for Christmas*).



*Just kidding. I got herpes for Christmas. Again.

(Thanks a lot, Grandma. I'll keep it next to the new socks....somehow.)