Ive finally made it into a lads mag. Its been a life long ambition; since I did that Uni project on the Suicide Slags Girls* I have wanted nothing more than to be sandwiched between shots of Abi Titmus and adverts for Granny fone sex. And now my hopes and wishes have come true. Thanks to the loves at XCVB (if you havent already heard this name- you need a kick up your arse) for letting me ponce all over the photoshoot for their latest line of tshirts.
Yes, Front magazine. Yes Follow this link and find me on a thumbnail
Oh yeah, Our Lass was also a model this month. With quite different outcomes. But aren't her outcomes always a bit wrong different?
Anyway, the blog is back. Kinda like Back to the Future but without the massive trainers and a hover boards. Sort of.
*Remember when all the shit Suicide Girls knock off websites started popping up. Hot Goth Bitches and the like. As long as you had a tattoo (a Mel C tribal band counts apparently), a bit of fake blood (ketchup also acceptable) an ice cream cone ring/t shirt/ hair clip and a bath tub you could become a model. Read model, think misinformed teen with photos she hides from her parents.
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