What, in the name of Hell, is the fuzzy brown blob thing, in the center, doing, riding that horse? Anybody? Anybody, got ANY ideas? Or is it meant to blot out…IDK what????
It looks like somebody finished the cover, was eating a hot dog and a grease spot dropped, unnoticed, on the cover–whereupon the eater’s dog or cat walked over it, lay down, rolled on it, and left loose coat hairs on the cursed thing. Unfreakingbelievable.
That brown thing is the Turd Maiden, riding her trusted steed. In her world, she is considered so lovely that they must blur her image to prevent viewers from swooning in amazement.
Maybe what Nancy Reagan meant by “just say No.” In lots of ways.
What, in the name of Hell, is the fuzzy brown blob thing, in the center, doing, riding that horse? Anybody? Anybody, got ANY ideas? Or is it meant to blot out…IDK what????
It looks like somebody finished the cover, was eating a hot dog and a grease spot dropped, unnoticed, on the cover–whereupon the eater’s dog or cat walked over it, lay down, rolled on it, and left loose coat hairs on the cursed thing. Unfreakingbelievable.
That brown thing is the Turd Maiden, riding her trusted steed. In her world, she is considered so lovely that they must blur her image to prevent viewers from swooning in amazement.
Not just the Turd Maiden, but the FUZZY Turd Maiden, to boot–so to speak. (As opposed to something you’d scrape off your boot…)
Ah, the Downvoters attack again! Surely, downvoters utterly unrelated in any way to this cover, amirite??? 🙂
What, in the name of Hell, is any of it?
I suspect the blur might be a stolen photo.