There’s a few awkward things on this cover of Rolling Stone:
1. All the closed lady legs around Don Draper.
2. Don Draper giving a look like he just swallowed a tidal wave of drunk barfs that tried to rush out of his mouth.
3. One of them should really get in the front seat, because that shit looks uncomfortable.
4. The several acts of premeditated Photoshop butchery that have been committed here.
Personally, I think Rolling Stone should’ve just splattered wet cigarette ash and whiskey all over their nekkid ass nekkid bodies. Better yet, they should’ve put Don’s hot secretary Miss Blankenship on the cover and called it a win: