What We Really Like

So a few weeks ago I posted a classic picture of myself reading an issue of Cosmopolitan on Facebook.com, with a caption that read “Send magazines please…” Yes, that’s right, I was reading a chick magazine. And yes, the image of a rugged soldier, wrapped in body armor and ammo pouches sitting in the gun turret of his armored gun truck while reading new yoga tips and how to get ready for swim suit season all with a big smile is exactly what the photo looked like. It was a sad state of affairs, but as they say; “War is Hell”

[You can also just skip the effort of using your brain and just check it out down below.]

Anyways, we got all these “feminine” magazines from a doctor’s office in Charlotte, NC or somewhere. And we sincerely thank them for the time and effort and we appreciate their support of us men in uniform over here. But hidden there is the problem. We are men and we really don’t want to read, Cosmo, Redbook, or Women’s Fitness. We do like the pictures and tips on how to keep our Christmas cookies tasting great, but what we really want to read about are cars we cant never afford, electronics we will never own, stupid people and sultry women with very little clothing.

But there are real men out there that answered the call and sent help to further solidify our manhood. In the past few weeks we have got the latest issues of Maxim and Stuff, and we even got the last issue of FHM ever! (Rest in peace good magazine, you were a dear friend.) Then came the real “good” stuff; a little magazine from a solid American by the name of, Larry Flint. That’s right America, you sent us Penthouse. In a country where porn is banned by the local government and the foreign Army that occupies them. Your counter-pornography tactics prevailed me and my fellow fighting soldiers can once again remember what we are fighting for.

Thank you America.

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(Sweet glasses huh?)