In tribute of our Fourth Anniversary, I decided to 1) come out of the Law School Cave, and 2) hunt down the finest representatives of our favorite targets of Cover Snarks Past. I searched far and wide (by which I totally mean: I trawled the Avon backlist and the Changeling Press website), and came up with some pretty excellent examples of Historical Titty, Indian Titty, Harlequin Titty and Poser Titty. Please enjoy!
Candy: Wolf Shadow’s promise? That he’s totally a heterosexual Indian man, not a gay Italian-American. All that product? Not his. Actually his “roommate’s”—Big Leather Daddy Bear.
Sarah: He’s so not going to keep Candy’s interpretation of that promise intact if she manages to get his hands below his belt. There’s no way his warrior’s staff is turgid and strong, not if he looks that worried and keeps grabbing her hands.
Candy: Hey, if you’re shagging a guy who shits roses, wouldn’t you look as smug as she does, too?
Sarah: What does it say about a man who is so in love with his own backside, he positions his shield behind him so as to catch his assflection at a moment’s notice? It says the following: nothing good.
Candy: (Warning: links are not especially work-safe.)
So. A gigantic white snake wrapped around a fey little man whose creampies are, apparently, coconut-flavored.
How fortuitous, because I’m sure it’ll come in handy (oh god) for the recipes in Natural Harvest: a Collection of Semen-Based Recipes. (Which one of you lucky fuckers is going to win the book today? Can’t wait to find out.)
Sarah: I have totally seen that guy doing that same dance on the weather.com site, only instead of jumping for the joy of cream pie, he was celebrating falling interest rates on mortgages in my area.
Candy: I’d say homegirl isn’t too impressed with the toying-around skillz of Sawyer from Lost, if that snoring is anything to go by.
Sarah: Look closely: she’s totally drooling.