Okay, so we didn’t get on the cover of Time Magazine last year. Or the year before that.
We’ve come to terms with it, mostly because Mag My Pic puts our mug on whatever magazine cover we want.
There’s a nice part of us that thinks our dads would really like being on Time or GQ for their birthday.
But there’s another part of us that wants to use our newfound powers for evil. We’re gonna put our bratty little sister on the cover of Pet Fancy. We’re gonna dig up our brother’s “awkward phase” pictures and put them on Sports Illustrated.
Wooo, take that suckas! That’s how we do irony!
(Incidentally, do yourself a favor and browse some of the covers other people have done. There are days worth of entertainment in those archives.)