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Guest
Details Magazine (the new edition for the "sophisticated" male--
...The self proclaimed Pope of Mope stands there grasping a half eaten cheese and butter sandwich. His stone cold good looks contrast with the wrinkled tweed jacket he dons with grace. His temples showing signs of greying are scars of years worth doing...
Maxim Magazine (the magazine for rich frat boys that now are rich young assistant executives)--
...He sings fruity music and it is for those fruity people! Hey we dudes know what we like and this dude likes dudes!!! So while his music "isn't my cup of tea" or rather a good brewskie my bro's, he needs to "shag" a woman and he wont be so sad. Hey besides us dudes love women with big boobies, not a crotch of hot dogs...
Esquire (the magazine for wannabe British "American" men)--
...Born Stephen Patricia Moriseyy, he is the last bastion of the swinging lounge set. He saunters and sways, oh what a feeling. His sideburns reek of Beverly Hills 90210 but his songs are timeless...
The Advocate (the magazine for gay men)--
...Oh whatever, like Morrissey tried to squeeze in that jumpsuit. Listen small fry, get over yourself, stop pandering to the latin scene thinking you are still a hot spicy chili and realize you are a pinata. Please make a new album you silly hot boy...
Home and Gardening (self explanatory you jackasses)--
...Morrissey tends to his radish plant. One solitary radish and maybe some carrots. For if not Boz who supplied his own fertilizer, Morrissey could not make such a scrumptious stew...
Shajin Gataki (a Japanese magazine for young men)--
...We Moz like...oh airplane food so nice..Moz and Boz so happy together...much like gatchakiman when Gamera scream..oh yes...the fries and the clouds..is it not color?...
My face leaves in five minutes jerkd.ick..be on it.
...The self proclaimed Pope of Mope stands there grasping a half eaten cheese and butter sandwich. His stone cold good looks contrast with the wrinkled tweed jacket he dons with grace. His temples showing signs of greying are scars of years worth doing...
Maxim Magazine (the magazine for rich frat boys that now are rich young assistant executives)--
...He sings fruity music and it is for those fruity people! Hey we dudes know what we like and this dude likes dudes!!! So while his music "isn't my cup of tea" or rather a good brewskie my bro's, he needs to "shag" a woman and he wont be so sad. Hey besides us dudes love women with big boobies, not a crotch of hot dogs...
Esquire (the magazine for wannabe British "American" men)--
...Born Stephen Patricia Moriseyy, he is the last bastion of the swinging lounge set. He saunters and sways, oh what a feeling. His sideburns reek of Beverly Hills 90210 but his songs are timeless...
The Advocate (the magazine for gay men)--
...Oh whatever, like Morrissey tried to squeeze in that jumpsuit. Listen small fry, get over yourself, stop pandering to the latin scene thinking you are still a hot spicy chili and realize you are a pinata. Please make a new album you silly hot boy...
Home and Gardening (self explanatory you jackasses)--
...Morrissey tends to his radish plant. One solitary radish and maybe some carrots. For if not Boz who supplied his own fertilizer, Morrissey could not make such a scrumptious stew...
Shajin Gataki (a Japanese magazine for young men)--
...We Moz like...oh airplane food so nice..Moz and Boz so happy together...much like gatchakiman when Gamera scream..oh yes...the fries and the clouds..is it not color?...
My face leaves in five minutes jerkd.ick..be on it.
