Here are two very funny posts to start off your day. Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Novels gleefully skewer another batch of horrendous book covers. This week, it’s some gay erotica:
Dear God. It’s like a checklist: open shirt? Check! Tucked into pants? Check!
Ruffle? CHECK! But what’s up with Ichabod Crane’s low-hanging saggy scrotum, there? I mean,
is shirt-dude kneeling out of pity? The man is half-dead, and the half that’s
dead is down his pants.
And my brother Tod ridicules perhaps the dumbest person to ever write to that beacon of knowledge, Walter Scott.
M. Beatryce Shaw of Conway, SC asks, amazingly, really:
Are the corpses used in the various CSI shows actual dead people or are they
mannequins?
(Click on the book cover for a larger image…if you dare)
I interviewed for a corpse job and didn’t get it. Visions of Costner down the drain.