I’m working on building a site for myself – well, I’m not working on it. Moxie is working on it. But I’m building a site that will host more info about me as unofficial man titty media pundit, with workshop ideas, speaking topics, and general mayhem and hilarity. I figure, better to place that info in a separate venue since most of you fabulously dressed ladies come to the hot pink palace of Bitchery for the romance discussion, not the Sarah self-pimping. I’m squidgy about the self-pimping enough as it is.
I’m having a ball with one of the design elements but am stuck on two of them. I’m captioning a few classic-style photos with romance-themed commentary, and wanted to ask for your help. Check ‘em out, and if you have a caption suggestion, leave it in the comments. If I pick yours, you’ll see your brilliance as part of a random sequence of photographs on the soon-to-be-built site, and I’ll send you a signed copy of the book. What book? You know what book. Don’t be silly.
ROWR
“Your zipper is stuck? All you need is a candle…and I see you have one already.”
Code: where22 She already knows where.
Rowr: “If that mildew on your jacket extends below your waist, Clarence, trust me, the sparklies in your nose hair will not offset it.”
Chacha: “You’re dancing with a star, bucko. Now shitcan the white socks.”
ROWR
“Hey, Buster, look me in the eye when you say that!”
Cha Cha Cha
Jane: I wish I was dancing with Captain Jack Harkness.
Dick: I wish I was dancing with Captain Jack Harkness.
ROWR: “Even though I haven’t done this before, I just know you’re the man to give me multiple orgasms the very first time. You are that kind of man, aren’t you?”
Chachacha.
Mary was mentally trying to figure how many more songs they would have to dance to before Tad’s Viagra finally kicked in…
oh is that nipple i see poking through your sweater
oh is that banana or u happy to see mee
ROWR
Buddy, stop! Keep it above the waist… I’m not that kinda girl.
Chachacha
“You put your left foot in, you put your left foot out.
You put your left foot in, and wiggle it all about…”
Rowr – “Kissing cousins? I don’t understand, Jed…”
I love Lotus’ cha cha cha.
cha cha cha: Ethel couldn’t figure out why she was so tired, but as she looked at Johnny, she was glad to see that the drug she had gotten from that guy on the street was already working on him! Johnny looked at Ethel’s head on his shoulder, and smirked, thinking that the rohyponol had already started working on her. Just then he started to feel a little loopy—and maybe a little gay! No, that’s how I always feel, said the little voice in his head.
Rowr: As Freddie leaned in to kiss Myrtle, she valliantly tried not to laugh at all the boogers tangled in his nose hair. That’s what happens when you decide to hump some old guy!
Cha cha cha:
He: I’m SO going to get laid tonight!
She: … and I’ll wear satin with a big poufy skirt and carry pink roses ….
Rwor:
Have I ever told you I like tie-up games?
Cha cha cha:
When Brad got in one of his dancing moods, Mary could only sigh and wish she’d listened to her mother.
Rowr:
Enid kept the smile plastered on her face as she tried to make herself believe that size didn’t matter.
John wished with all his might that he, too, was a schoolgirl.
Rwor:
“Now, Mr. Tyson, remember what happened the last time you nibbled on my ear?”
Cha cha:
For the third time that week, Ralph practiced his moves with his mother’s manequin. He had taken her to dinner and a movie, now they were dancing, and if he was lucky he’d get to second base later that night!