Because they assumed its my birthday next month, GQ put Katy Perry and her insane rack on the February 2014 cover. Christ. But more to the point, how can a talentless, goofy, pasty chick with a lazy eye, be an international superstar on the cover of greatest men's magazine ever created? If you said, "dem titties", go treat yourself to something nice. And take this pat on the back from me. Job well, sir.
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