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Monday, 15 October 2012

Yes! That's what I'm talking about.  A hot 80s chick, a roided up dude in a Speedo, and a freaking lion! It doesn't get much better than this for pure narcissistic pathos. We've covered muscle magazines before, but those were mostly from the early days.  The truly maniacal vanity didn't come to its glorious fruition until the eighties.  Ah, sweet sweet vainglory.  The 80s were ground zero for overt self-worship, and nowhere is it more pronounced than in these old muscle mags. Enjoy!


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