Flem

( I'm just sure you don't want to click this. Seriously. Though it's true. )

Dear Lord I love Flem. I mean, it's not for just anyone. It's raw as Hell, disturbing as Hell, and crosses the line for everyone -- everyone -- sooner or later. The Jay Storyline was evil distilled and poured out, and never ever ever let your kids walk within twenty miles of Flem. Never. Until they get old enough to say "screw you" and read it anyway.

Here's a note to my sister to make extra special sure my nieces don't read Flem. Ever. Lock them in the basement if need be.

If this doesn't have you reading, horrified at the sickness you're seeing and laughing your ass off by now, then by all means please enjoy finding a paper that carries Opus or something, and thinking there's something other than monumental money laundering and faux rebellion going on. I'm not saying you'll enjoy Flem. Most of you won't. But damn it, if you're not so desperately curious that you're running to check it out by now, there is nothing I can do for you.