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Hitch
7 years ago

…because none of us would have been able to figure out that he wanted to score, without pasting her bum over the goalposts, right? Bum, 1, Subtlety, 0.

Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase, “Drop me, Lord, through the goalposts of life,” eh?

Lydia D
Lydia D
7 years ago

It took me several seconds of active staring to realize that the extra long strand of hair just to the right of her spine is not, in fact, the outline of a strange flabby growth coming out her back.

red
red
7 years ago

On a technical note, the quarterback isn’t the one who puts the ball between the uprights.

Hitch
7 years ago
Reply to  red

Geeeze, Red. Picky, picky, picky. In the case of a quarterback–y’know, instead of a fullback, halfback, etc.–would that make his abs a Sixth Pack? Inquiring minds want to know…

red
red
7 years ago
Reply to  Hitch

I don’t make the rules, just lousy double entendres.

The abs are at least as intimidating as the smiley-face war paint, though.

James F. Brown
James F. Brown
7 years ago

Do Daisy Dukes on the cover help sell books? Time will tell…

(Gotta admit that’s the first place my eyes went to, not the buffed-out shirtless guy. Who cares about him?)

Misterfweem
Misterfweem
7 years ago

The diamonds were *in* the football! I did NOT see that coming.