Now, the odd illustrations that accompany a page of "news briefs." Above: I dreamed I engaged in bestiality with a genetically enhanced flightless bird while drunk in my Maidenform bra!
     
  Given the tenor of this mag, I wouldn’t be surprised if this was some new live shooting gallery Vegas had invented. Throw your drink at the unicyclists. Knock one down, you hear a loud DING! Knock six down, win a prize.
     
  Miss Johnson, take a letter. To whom it make concern: I am so high.

You know, it’s almost impossible to tell whose nightmare this is.
     
     


 

 

  
 

 

  
 

 

 

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