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Jill's Zine Reviews
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Jills Rating System:
| Nescafe................ | Don't bother. Not even worth spilling your latte on.
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| House Blend......... | Run of the mill. Slightly interesting, neither fantastic nor crappy.
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| Moccacinno........... | Fluffy eye candy. Yummy, clever and achingly hip.
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| Espresso.............. | Beautifully put together. Sweet, to the point, not stuffed with superfluous ads and razor
thin bimbos. Informative and relevant.
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FHM
Now, Jill really does love Maxim. It's funny and juvenile, and has big tittied women.
And Details is slick, and nice to look at. And so are a number of other men's magazines. But FHM is pretty
crappy.
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The reason that Jill came into possession of FHM is that included in this month's issue is a small
perfect bound booklet full of the most disgusting and depraved shit you ever did see. Thousand pound men,
people without noses, conjoined twins, dismembered bodies and some of the most messed up, benighted, poor
and sorry souls you ever did see in print. Some freaky ass shit.
The booklet was great, and all that is
promised to be, but the acutual magazine is lousy. Largely incoherent, and mostly unfunny. The big tittied
girls don't even make up for the lukewarm writing and second rate layout.
Jill gives FHM a Nescafe, but it you liked Ripley's
Believe it or Not, pick up this months issue just for the little book of freaky ass shit. Worth every
gut wrenching penny.
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