It was an 8th-size zine, but thick and bound nicely, probably it was forty or fifty pages, which is pretty long for an 8th-size.
Anyway, I opened it up and read a bit, it was arranged in sort of an artsy way, and was about this dude whose friend Stacey dragged him to a "Dong Shop".
I am now fascinated with writing this story, about a dude insecure about going into a sex shop and can only focus on the dildos. I also think it's hilarious that he refers to the place as a "Dong Shop". I'm not sure if I could make it all artsy and fill forty or fifty pages (even small ones), but I feel like it's my duty to write it.
It's like how Stephanie Meyer felt it was her duty to write Twilight after it came to her in a dream. "The Dong Shop" has got to be at least as good as Twilight.