Lauren sent me this cover. I feel like I owe her a puppy or something. LOOK. It's got purple mountain's majesty and everything:
You know there is only ONE THING we can do with a cover that… pointed. Caption it! You've got 48 hours to caption that cover in the comments below. I'll pick the winner but you can try to sway my vote by liking the captions you enjoy most. The winner will receive a $25 giftcard to the bookstore of his or her choice.
I hope the winner buys books on moutain climbing.
Standard disclaimers apply: I'm not being compensated by this giveaway (except for the ab workout from laughing so hard). Void where prohibited. Must be over 18 years of age and wearing crampons. Open to international residents. No matter what anyone says, don't pull his finger or grab his rope. Swing low, sweet chariot.
Ready, set… CLIMB!
I checked and “she”‘s a mate, mate!
She later realized that she’d misinterpeted what “belay” really meant.
And with a final tap of the chisel, Mt. Holycock was circumcised.
Visa. It’s everywhere you want to be.
Abelard was so engrossed in Tristan’s navel that he didn’t even notice the Nac Mac Feegle scaling the Hellespout, until he heard the faint cry of “Nae king! Nae quin! … We willna be fooled again!”
Me too.
A modern mash up of the classics… Rapunzel dared to defy the latest fads in personal grooming. Gulliver was drawn to the giantess who dwarfed even him. Could the townspeople of Lilliput work their magic to bring these two larger than life lovers together?
Climbing Mountain, Kissing Belly – enjoy the highs and the lows!
I am so sorry but what in the sorry Sam Hill am I looking at???
Is that a she he’s kissing and is it facing him? Looks kinda like it has it’s top half on backwards.
And he’s got a nip way high up on his right pec, like way to high in an unnatural place, about to do business as a footrest.
Oh, god, my brain hurts.
Ever since the collapse of The Old Man of the Mountain, the New Hampshire Department of Tourism has been wracking their brains on how to bring back rock-climbing tourism dollars to the state.
Behold “The Young Nubile Couple of the Mountain”
Live Free or….. (sigh)
Brokeback Mountain unveiled: what those cowboys really had on under their gear!
He saw, she came , they conquered.
As Devon blew a raspberry on her navel, he was surprised to learn just what Victoria’s secret was…
I think I can… I think I can….. I can definitely climb HER mountain, All I have to do is start at the bottom and work my way up !!
He thought he was lucky that her breasts were small and humble, so he didn’t confuse them with mountains. But things were more complicated than he realised…
Never had she imagined that such a seemingly simple guesture – a kiss on her back – would induce such an intense bodily response. Forget seeing stars – it was as if mountains moved through her while rockclimbers scaled her innermost sacred depths
Hey, you two over there, a little help please!
Hey! Tickle his Adam’s apple!
Better check your mate, mate.
While climbing the mountains and helping her over the cliff, he realized she left him hanging. Well played woman. Well played. Checkmate.
When their attempts to climax the mountain ended in disaster, they kept warm the only way thu knew how.
Hey guys could you move you are between me and her pants!!
Alpina Crampon had almost lost hope of finding a cure for the strange parasitic growth on her hip when she walked into the Swiss clinic run by handsome Doctor Heal Maladies.
“I’ve read a lot of research involving your groundbreaking kiss-a-boo-boo therapy, Doctor Maladies,” Alpina whispered breathlessly. “You’re my last hope.”
“If you’ll strip down to your cincher, Ms. Crampon, we’ll get started with your therapy immediately,” Heal said in his low, gravelly voice. “Just give me a minute to prepare the medication.”
While Alpina slowly removed her clothing, Heal opened the 13-Flavor Variety-Pak of ChapStick and carefully arranged the potent medicines on a tray. He knew this would be his most challenging case yet; and his most pleasurable……………………..
To reach the heavens- you must go down.
Just let me scale this boob, and then…oh, wait…there’s another one up ahead.
Until that moment he thought boy shorts were just a type of underwear…
Laughing too hard to come up with an entry. I saw this cover at ARe the other day (maybe it was one of the freebies?) – so glad Lauren was smart enough to send it in. I just thought WTF? and carried on with my Christmas shopping.
Is that a clif in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?
Unleash the underpants gnomes!
Apologies to Sarge and the Green Army Men, but I immediately thought:
“A good soldier never leaves a man behind.”
Mounting Merkin
“Ho-ly crap, Fred! Are… Are we standing on a giant hermaphrodite’s erection? This is the last time I do acid while mountain climbing with you.”
so did i!