Written by The Scribbler
I have a foot-high thick assortment of Applause magazines dating back to 1977. It makes a pretty handy (albeit low) end table if you throw a glass top on it and add some opulent home décor from the local Stuckey’s: Star Trek collector’s plates, statuettes of President Obama flashing the “hang loose” sign (and carrying a surfboard), and the ever-popular “Single Fake Rose in a Plastic Vial filled with Fake Water.” There’s no denying I’m brimming with high class, people. Or brimming with something else; my eyes are brown, after all. Heck, I’m open for interpretation.