What’s that you say? Things a little stale lately? Wife’s an insufferable bore? Job’s non-existent? Mother keeps nagging about that smell emanating from your basement hovel? Rough, my man. Rough. Fortunately, we got a lil’ somethin’ to take away the blues and put a stoke in your stroke. As part of our meat merger with Lexi, we’re giving one of you lucky fucks a t-shirt; not only signed by the slutty starlet, but recently worn by her as she renovated her new pad in NYC! Just imagine the perverted possibilities of having such a garment at your dirty dick’s disposal! You’ll be the talk of the 92nd Street Y! Go from dud to stud in zero seconds flat!* All you gotta do to win this fuckin’ thing is drop us an email at WhackMagazineEditorial@gmail.com and we’ll toss your name into a saran-wrapped hat with the rest of the freeloading degenerates where we’ll mix those fuckers up and use a forcep to extract a random winner. What are you waiting for? Close out that tube site and get in the game!
*WHACK! neither guarantees nor endorses such farcical fantasy.
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