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| - British GQ is a magazine for men of the United Kingdom to flick through idly and uninterestedly when they are waiting for a haircut, a manicure, or a colostomy, or if they have a few minutes to kill at a busy brothel. It consists of countless pages of advertisements and a few pages of pretty actresses in lingerie, and it playfully invites its readers to play the “GQ game”: see if you can find the tiny morsels of editorial text concealed within its pages. Even the scant millimetres of editorial verbiage tucked somewhere inside the magazine are mostly commercial pap, which tells you nothing about the real world but usually attempts to hypnotize you into buying expensive watches, pricy suits, costly moisturizer, extortionate training shoes, high-priced gym equipment, or inflated penis pills.
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| - British GQ is a magazine for men of the United Kingdom to flick through idly and uninterestedly when they are waiting for a haircut, a manicure, or a colostomy, or if they have a few minutes to kill at a busy brothel. It consists of countless pages of advertisements and a few pages of pretty actresses in lingerie, and it playfully invites its readers to play the “GQ game”: see if you can find the tiny morsels of editorial text concealed within its pages. Even the scant millimetres of editorial verbiage tucked somewhere inside the magazine are mostly commercial pap, which tells you nothing about the real world but usually attempts to hypnotize you into buying expensive watches, pricy suits, costly moisturizer, extortionate training shoes, high-priced gym equipment, or inflated penis pills. Nobody ever receives any prizes for winning the GQ game. GQ is the British version of American GQ, which means that the most tedious specimens among its hundreds of readers are irritatingly fond of calling it “GQUK”. Chaps who wear suits and training shoes and use penis pills will often walk into a newsagent and bark a ridiculous question such as: “Do you have the latest edition of GQUK, Mr Newsagent?” or “That GQUK, my man, is it here yet?” Some of them will even attempt to pronounce this abbreviation as an acronym, and may eventually leave said establishment with a certain quantity of gak by mistake. Fortunately, if they insert this in their nose of a lunchtime, it will give them a much more euphoric experience than flicking through glossy pages stuffed with advertising and boilerplate prose.
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