Yesterday as I walked through the ER waiting room I stopped in my tracks at the magazine rack -- because sitting there prominently among the donated periodicals was a magazine called "CRAP".
Well, I THOUGHT it said "Crap". Obviously my dyslexic brain was at it again. Either that, or I use that word way-too-much. (Hey, my family reads this blog, so I can't use the s- or f- words...)
In fact, the magazine was titled "CARP".
Carp. "The magazine for Canada’s Association for the 50 Plus."
Um, someone needs to inform them that DOESN'T spell CARP.
I think it should be CRAP. As in "Holy, crap! I'm 50!!"
Because "Carp Magazine" is this.
And THIS apparently is Total Crap, er Carp:
Crap. That's a lot of magazines about Carp.
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