There was one with some combat soldier on the cover holding a big ol’ gun, so I grabbed that one. On the way home, I remembered that the radio sometimes has somebody sayin’ something about news or what-not, so I turned that mug up and listened to a little NPR, which is what I think they called themselves.

To say it bluntly, that magazine, the Times Magazine I think it was called (piece of crap name in my opinion, ‘cause there weren’t a single watch advertisement in that entire thing) did a lot of appealing to my one good eye because of all them pictures of soldiers and dead people.

There was this one part towards the back with a woman in her bra and this other lady woman touching her titty, and in some way it had something to do with cancer, but a woman with titties that good-looking couldn’t really have anything wrong with her if you ask me.

Unfortunately, it did have a bunch of words and I wasn’t really liking that too too much, but you see, that’s what I did like about that radio station. All I had to do was sit there and listen to it and there wasn’t a thing to read. But them women were pretty boring and all they talked about was a bunch of nonsense about Bush signing some stuff that I’d never heard about and how some political something-or-another meant more money for something else, and after about ten minutes I turned that stuff off and listened to some Moody Blues instead.

         So, in the end, I don’t know which is my favorite. The radio in my car went out last night so I can’t really listen to any of that mumbo jumbo again, and I used that magazine to wrap some rabbit meat in and freeze it. I did, however, cut out that heavy-chested woman and I’m gonna pin her up at the huntin’ cabin this weekend, so I don’t know, maybe there was a clear winner after all.