The Sunday Sport. A low-rent wank-rag whose sales are dwindelling as people turn to that new-fangled device known as the Interweb for their titty thrills. How do you halt the dwindelling readership? How do you persuade people to part with their cash in order to buy your inky-finger-inflicting fanny-lite garbage? What will get people buying the Sunday Sport again?
Yes. That's right. A big, fuck-off boast that in the upcoming issue, they have actual pictures of...
*drumroll*
Beverley Callard's Saggy Funbags.
WTF?! That's hardly going to cause a stampede in your local branch of WHSmiths, is it?!
No wonder sales are declining.
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