Originally Posted by Sly

An ex-girlfriend of mine was an avid reader of The New Yorker. Read it front to back.

She sent me an article once about one of my favorite poker players. It was 5-6 pages long. I couldn't make it to the second page. I don't know if every article is like that, but this article was full of fluff. I'm more of a "give me the meat" sort of guy.