Stuff magazine. It’s for guys, right? Eh, sort of. It’s Playboy lite, right? Not exactly. What it is is damned amusing. Especially the regular column where they tape-record women secretly having conversations in a public bathroom. The hilarious & horrible truth is that girls are far naughtier in conversation than guys. Like this conversation (my commentary in italics):

Girl 1: Just because it’s our third date doesn’t mean I should fuck him. If I fucked every guy by the third date, I’d be a total whore. (Uhm, no…not unless you’re getting paid, ya idiot, since that’s what defines being a whore.)

Girl 2: Eh, third date, fifth date, next month. (This is the Number of Dates rule, that you have to wait 3 or 5 dates or a month before having sex. Whatever.)

Girl 1: Yeah, well, Darren fucked some girl on the first date, then took her out again, did it again, and now she’s like “Fatal Attraction.” (Darren obviously has problems in choosing chewtoys.)

Girl 2: He shouldn’t have taken her out again if all he wanted was a good lay. He broke the first-date-fuck rule. (I’ve broken that rule plenty, and it never…oh, wait a minute…hmm. I guess I might want to re-think that whole thing.)

Girl 1: That’s why I want to wait. If all I wanted was some action, I’d hook up with that bartender. So hot! (Which is why it’s common knowledge that bartenders are the dirtiest game in town. The first rule of casual sex is Never The Bartender!)

Girl 2: Don’t wait too long or he’ll think you’re not interested. At least go down on him. (Stupid advice. As if oral sex doesn’t count as sex. Whatever.)

Girl 1: Are you sure you’re not a guy? (That is so fucking hilarious! I’ve been asked that…)