I wish I could tell you how much I love magazines, but I’m not allowed to yet. But I can say how much I love to read them. And not just in the can. Holy smokes, do I love magazines, and the state of Minnesota. Anything from Minnesota is fine with me, and also, I love magazines, and red vinyl, and things that are loud, and things with tires, and chrome, and magazines.
Here is a random picture of my sister Angie from the 70s: