




by SB Sarah • Monday, April 24, 2006 at 04:33 AM
Fish? Barrel? Why, yes!
Sarah: What is happening to his legs? What’s happening to him? Is he dissolving into the feathery bluegrass? Is grass to him like The Dip is to Toons in Roger Rabbit? No wonder he’s carrying her.
Also, correct me if I’m wrong but I think she’s going commando.
Candy: Is that supposed to be water? Damn, I have a hard time telling. If it’s water, and the marriage is so damn miraculous, why isn’t he walking ON it, eh? EH?
Although I suppose that would give the term “Personal Jesus” entirely new connotations that I’m not quite up to working out on a Monday afternoon.
Sarah: Yeah, her last defense? To Not Eat. Look at her upper arm! Is he going to break it off and use it as a toothpick?
Candy: Her last defense is to let that sheet drop at a very strategic moment, revealing...KUATO!
Sarah: What the F is going on in this cover? It’s like a train wreck with Alan Thicke. His arm is weird, and he appears to have no shoulder. She’s looking at some kind of wreck, and there’s… a gay card dealer in the background flicking cards at no one. And… he has six fingers.
That’s it. I fold.
Candy: Does the latest card-sharping method involve the guy grabbing onto your breastable while making honking sounds to distract you from the fact that he has a marked deck?
A-HOOOO-GA!

04.24.06 at 12:36 PM |