I buy The National Enquirer. And I read it. I have no shame.
Every time I get a copy from the rack and put it on the Safeway conveyor belt other people read it too. The check out person. Other customers. The bagger boy.
Today a woman in line at the next check stand over turned around, stretched her neck, and read over the shoulder of my check out woman.
On the front cover? "Best and WORST bikini bodies."
Yep. You guessed it. Fat famous people in their swim wear.
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