That hard working, guys, just interested in the bland, exercise content, new bike pictures, and instruction in Triathlete Magazine, rather than pining over those lustful female pictures this month, may have a wife who throws away the latest triathlete magazine because it looks like a “Playboy” magazine.
This just happened to me.
It was sitting right there in that damned $250 Pier 1 straw brick a brack basket, in the shitter, its freaking gone. It was even bent to Empfield’s Cervelo Dual review.
I said, “where is that triathlete magazine?”
And she says, “I threw that away, it looked nasty, and my mom is coming over.”
Dam, moral police.