I love silliness. Specifically, the Uncycopedia’s definition of a romance novel. My top faves:
A good cover must be able to instantly quell the buyer’s instinctive urge to ponder “Do I really need to read another one of these books?”
Wow. I’m amazingly susceptible because I acquire new romance more often than I acquire food.
It at once probes the dewy moistness of plot, while it throbs with purpose, knowing no bounds in which its authors will stop to please and sate their gentle reader….
Martin shed all of his declensions. But she could not help it but to stare as this splendid vulgar Latin shed his cases. The nominative, accusative, and ablative cases were tossed upon the floor with an insouciance. With egality, fraternity, and liberty, Martin discarded the last of his genetive and dative cases.
SNORT.
But, alas, I could have done without R’shaun and Q’tana. I can think of some much less awful captions.
And since I love silliness, in honor of Carleen Brice’s National Buy A Book By A Black Author And Give It To Somebody Not Black Month I’m going to make that cover over and undo some of the not-at-all-latent racism inherent in the caption.
So how about…
I love that video by Carleen Brice, especially the white lady who talks in urban lingo (of a white suburban youth who is trying to prove how cool he / she is by talking in their imagined version of ebonics) and Carleen turns to her and tells her never to do that again.
tee hee hee
Utterly….
Savagely…
Brilliant.
Alternate Caption:
Arm Wrestling, you’re doin’ it…
Pretty hot actually…
Okay. People are staring.
I’m sitting here in the hospital cafeteria (I write here. Cheap food. Much coffee.) and when I got to that last one and laughed so hard I snorted. FTW, Sarah.
yay! I’m glad you posted about this. the bit with Chaucer just rocks my socks. *g*
And no mantitty. Yay!
Oh I LOVE this! Can I repost one of the covers at welcomewhitefolks.blogspot.com?
Oh, I love that second one!