Look Both Ways Before You Pick Up That Magazine

Mark stayed home sick yesterday and at one point he decided to venture out to the grocery store for some medicine or something. Mark is the kind of guy that will pick up every free magazine or paper at those exit doors. Car magazines, apartment magazines, The Rage, The Nashville Scene. Any of those he will pick up. One for every place he occupies. The car, the bathroom, the living room, the shed. You will find them everywhere. Well as he was leaving yesterday he picked up what he thought to be a Holiday Edition of the Rage. After going through it, he decided it best to call me. Maybe just to reclaim his manhood, but here is what he said on the phone. Not exactly word for word, but here:

Mark: You all the magazines and stuff at the grocery store when you leave?
Me: yeah
Mark: Well I picked one up that said Holiday and brought it home. When I got home I started looking through and on the first page there was this big picture of a guy in like this seductive pose with twinkies in his mouth and on his shirt.
Me: Gross.
Mark: yeah, I know, so then I flipped to the next page and there is this guy in a santa hat lifting weights without his shirt on. I was like "What the hell!" and flipped back to the cover and guess what?
Me: smirk um what?
Mark: The paper is called HoliGay

Okay, so how does this stuff happen to him? Random things like this. A mild case of dyslexia? Or what about the toilet paper thing? Stress and forgetfulness? It just cracks me up. The front cover of the magazine was kinda funny. It's entertaining how the same sex promotes products like heterosexuals do. Sex sells people.