Some days, occasionally, I'm like, "Ah, man, all I ever get on the front page are faces. I wish I could get something else for a change." And then a paper like today's comes, and the only thing i have to work with are cots, and I'm like, "Goddamnit front page, couldn't you give me one face?! What the fuck am I supposed to do with all these cots?" Well, I did something with the cots. Hugh Hefner has moved on to that great orgy in the sky, so there's quite a few thinkpieces about his legacy, and what it all means, and was he a good guy or not? All interesting questions to ponder and debate. But we still have all these cots to think about.
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