Mariah's HoneySpot

If one of my relatives handed me this magazine before saying “I got my first cover!”, I’d grab it, frame it with the finest frame Aaron Brothers had to offer and hang it with pride right over my fireplace (aka radiator). Every time someone (aka my dealer or the Fresh Direct guy) came over, I’d brag about the jewel of my family by showing them the cover. Then after I eventually learned the truth and found out my family member’s on the cover of ”Where” magazine and not “Whore” magazine, I’d rip it off the wall and throw it into the trash where it belongs. Then I’d curse the art director at Where magazine for fucking with my emotions.