Guess I'll renew my subscription - plus, a girl at work wants to read them.
Make sure to cut your name off the cover - never know where it will end up.
Hmn, I could do that, sure. Er...
Or?
When she beats a hooker to death with it and the cops show up with a bloody copy of Wired in a two quart freezer bag, I'll just make sure to have a solid alibis.