Joanne sent me this cover, and wanted to know exactly what was going on there. I had NO IDEA.
It's rare that a cover BEGS for captioning, but that poor cow, it is imploring, isn't it? Time to Caption This Cover!
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You've got 24 hours – so caption that cow cover!
His secret baby. Could she udderly accept his past? Could she welcome his baby bossy? Could she come to understand his animal passions? On the horns of love’s dilemma!
Time for a milkshake.
Guernsey or Holstein, her heritage mattered not a bit to Angus.
They’re in the MOOOOOd for love’… in HER LAST FLING.
“I have to go, Billy. We have cows!”
Save the cow…milk the cowboy.
Moooo, baby. Your pasture or mine.
Is that a calf in your pants or are you just glad to see me?
* That’s all I have, blame the cold meds.*
Their love would last till the cows came home.
Mark’s plastic cow fetish certainly had things mooo-ving in new and interesting directions.
Farmer Tom asked Betty, have you had your laughing cow today?
The stripper for her bachelorette party was everything she ever wanted, but she was cowed by his choice of props.
Her Last Fling. Comes with cow spirit guide.
… can spirit guides be plastic? Because I thought about “plastic cow spirit guide” but that just doesn’t work as well, does it. ;P
Sometimes, a rubber ducky just isn’t enough. Real men use rubber cows.
(Incidentally, I own that cow. My undergraduate institution’s initials are “C.o.W.,” and Admissions had these little rubber cows. It’s the one the guy is holding, only mine is about 5” long.)
Lactophilia was her secret passion that only he knew how to udderly fulfill….
In order to bring her to the heights of udder ecstasy, he needed more cow bell.
He was getting the milk for free, but he still b(r)ought the cow.
Conjoined twins Bert and Bessie had lived with the questioning stares their whole lives, but had always had each other. Now their bond has been shaken when they fall for the same woman. Will it instead be strengthen when she decides she loves both in this racy menague?
She’d save the horse for later, for now she’d ride the ‘cow’boy for all he was worth.
Bessie will undress you with her eyes while the farmer brings the milk home.
Hey girl. I got this beautiful cow-baby from Anime Blast Fun-Time POP Wow on my rodeo tour back in Tokyo so we could practice being parents together, before we take that last step. Make my dreams come true, girl.
Her last fling…then no more cowbell.
I don’t have a suggestion, but I wonder if this is the same principle as the old comics covers that featured Batman & Robin fighting crime as mummies or Lois Lane whipping a dummy of Superman, or other crazy things. It’s so damn bizarre you have to buy it just to get the context.
And I admit, I think it’s having that effect on me….
She’d asked for a cowhand…
After the chafing she experienced during their roll in the hay, she’d told him it would be her last fling; though he whispered seductive French phrases in her ear (“Fetchez la vache!”), it was deja moo: she’d heard that bull before.
Dustin’s plan to impress his hot English Lit teacher with his book report on Madame Bovary was a disaster. He still couldn’t understand why she had laughed at his visual aid. College was harder than he thought.
“Say hello to my leeetle friend…”
That did it. If he would rather play with the cow than go for a roll in the hay with her; she was going to horse around with the stallion.
“Of all the barn and all the stables in the world he had to walk into hers…”
In time for their last fling….
This video goes so well with your caption –
Jack was relieved to be reunited with his cow even if it was only for one last fling. She was still mad at him for trading her for six magic beans. But for tonight they would let differences go.. as they both enjoyed his new beanstalk.
Holy Cow…..my kinda prime rib……!!
It’s Clarabelle vs. Bessie. Who will win the prize of Jed’s last sowing of wild oats, his last cow-tipping…his LAST FLING?
He was the last man she wanted near her, but he was her last resort.
She had a problem no one could know about, and he was the solution.
When there are no other options, it’s time to call The Lactator.
Cows with Guns
[after the comedy song]
Daisy and I, we bonded over bag balm
Bart thought that “My Little Pony” simply didn’t go far enough. Now that he had his prototype toy, he was going to milk it for all that he was worth. Would Ad Exec Kat be mooved by this udderly new direction in kid’s toys, or would she chicken out and nix the deal? Maybe a little horsing around would convince her to go for it. Cud’nt hurt.
I think I just strained my pun mussel. 😛
Saving up to buy some shirts, piggy bank sponsored by cousin’s dairy farm.
Bessie was udderly amazed, and envious, as she got a closer look at Farmer McDonald’s chest.
Cerise was stunned. Clearly things at match.com had backfired. Their definition of “beefcake” placed her in a most awkward position. What would the herd say? Thank the goddess Hathor this picture would never find its way to Facebook or, shudder, the cover of a book.
“Um, dude? All I really want is some sausage.”