Oh, the possibilities: is he peeing? Mourning his missing manjunk? Bemoaning a pedicure gone horribly wrong? Over 200 captions later, I had a great ab workout (ow) and I have The Runners Up and The Winners for this Caption That Cover Contest.
Honorable mention goes to:
Tez Miller: In the immortal words of Glenn Quagmire: “Does this look like a Q to you?”
Virginia E: As the four hour mark approached, he tried to stare it down, all the while cursing the lack of cell service.
Sarah W: “Dowsing for the Magic Hoo-Ha with the Mighty Wang.”
Kerry Allen: “For once, Killian was glad of the stereotype about drunken Irishmen. A lie about a bottle of Jameson’s and a dare would be so much less humiliating than the truth of why he’d gotten his pubes waxed into the shape of a unicorn.”
Chrisbookarama: “Go, go Gadget Wiener!”
Maediya: “How the snakes were really driven from Ireland!”
Viz Amez Liz: “Like blowing a really good smoke ring, crop-circle farts take a bit of concentration.”
not sure who: “Ah!” He said smugly. “But can Michael Flatley do this!”
riwally: ““Ooo, Declan, you have ‘swan’ tattooed on your cock.”
“Look again, lassie. It really says ‘Sascatchewan’.”
And the winner:
Morphidae: “Hello, ladies, look at your man’s dick, now back to my dick, now back at your man’s dick, now back to my dick. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped using leather belts and switched to rope belts, he could look like he’s me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on an island with the man that looks like he’s peeing in the ocean. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s a romance novel with a decent cover. Look again, the swirlies are arriving. Anything is possible when your man farts magical swirlies and not black miasma. I’m hung like a horse.”
Morphidae, well played. Email me at sarahATsmartbitchestrashybooksDOTcom with your bookstore choice and the $25 in gifty credits shall be yours. Thanks to everyone for entering the contest – and to the model for such a baffling pose.