Hours before Sports Illustrated was supposed to show off the cover of their annual For Horny Teen Boys Who Don’t Have Private Internet Access issue on The Late Show last night, a gas station in Michigan leaked it after the magazine arrived early. A GAS STATION IN MICHIGAN! Sports Illustrated should’ve moved the unveiling to that gas station in Michigan, because that would’ve been a more fitting place to bring out this 80s cartoon mess of a cover. Kate Upton is only 19-years-old and I’m sure she’s perfect in real life, but they sort of fucked her up. I’m sure before the cover shoot, the conversation between the editors went something like this:
“We need to shoot her from below so that her tits looks like two Junior Mints melting over the side of a picnic table. Then catch a pirate hamster, rip off his eye patch and throw it on Kate’s crotch. Don’t worry if it makes her crotch look like two jelly snakes fighting under a Spandex blanket. We’re going to Photoshop her down low bits until she’s got Barbie crotch. Oh, and don’t bring our high-powered fan. We don’t need it. We’re going to give Kate a sideways Flock of Seagulls ‘do with four cans of hairspray and a tease brush.”
But like I said above, it’s still an important day for horny teens whose parents won’t let them be alone with the computer. It’s kind of like the equivalent of what the JCPenney catalog meant to me as a young ho. Whenever that shit was dropped off at our porch (it didn’t fit in the mail box, wink wink), I’d grab it, tear out the “underwear for men” section and basically stitch the pages to the back side of my chonies.