I am writing to let you know that you have a truly bodacious mag, my dudes. When me and the boys are hang-gliding over various canyons and ravines, we always have a copy of S.H.I.T. on hand to jam to and have a laugh while we soar.
I also love to thumb through the glossy pages of Savage Henry when I’m shredding tasty white pow-pow in the mountains. In fact, the only thing more hella tight than busting 720s over pure gnar are the dank covers featured on every issue.
Not to mention the waterproof edition of the mag, which the fellas and I browsed through while conquering nasty tubes in the mighty mother waters of the Pacific Ocean. Radical!
Lastly, I love to read the magazine quietly to myself when I take stinky shits. I find that it’s a great time to read humorous publications, since I’m already sitting down and have a few minutes to kill. I highly recommend it.
Anyway, my favorite writer is Rocco Tenaglia (Contributor). His articles helped me kick my heroin addiction.
A Loyal Reader