The focus of the so-called racy magazine purchased this morning for perusal over coffee turns out to not be racing at all, but scantily clad women. There is in fact only 1 racy car in the entire magazine, and that is not even the focus of the photograph, the photographer clearly being much more interested in the centerfold draped over its red hood.
And my boss got angry at me for bringing ‘a racy magazine’ into the office even though I showed her there was no racing in it at all!
With hunting season coming up I may try a stag magazine or two.
Foto de thom masat en Unsplash
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