Maybe hairy Jesus is pals with that stupid
troll from Hall Of The Mountain King.
(No. I haven’t forgot about that yet.)
By the way, why do these authors of what
I suppose are supposed to be romance/ erotic
novels always pick the most HIDEOUS looking
dudes for their covers? WHY?!!
Oh my God! I TOTALLY remember Captain Caveman! He had that wooden
club that cracked open and a cuckoo bird would pop out. I think.
Do you remember the Saturday morning live action show
called Big Foot and Wild Boy? Same ’70s childhood cheesiness.
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Is that Jesus?
If that’s Jesus, I can only shudder to
think what The Devil looks like.
Maybe the blond is the devil? That would be an interesting twist.
Another author who thinks it’s perfectly fine to combine a cartoon and a photo. Where do these authors come from? Don’t they ever look at books?
Oh yeah, the title is stupid too.
Messing with Sasquatch?
Wow! A guy needing an all-body bikini wax.
He’s going to need a lot more than that.
Do you really look like your picture?
You look like a scientist. If so, that’s totally cool.
I was just cured of my hairy guy fetish.
Thank you.
Imagine being forced to read this book. Urrrgh…
Nair….
I didn’t know Bigfoot wore pants.
Maybe hairy Jesus is pals with that stupid
troll from Hall Of The Mountain King.
(No. I haven’t forgot about that yet.)
By the way, why do these authors of what
I suppose are supposed to be romance/ erotic
novels always pick the most HIDEOUS looking
dudes for their covers? WHY?!!
The good looking guys cost more?
“…why do these authors of what
I suppose are supposed to be romance/ erotic
novels always pick the most HIDEOUS looking
dudes for their covers?”
Because a digital camera and a mirror are cheap?
Ha Ha Ha!! Thank you for enlightening me.
It makes so much more sense now.
That almost looks like that repainted Jesus…
Hidden Bigfoot?
Do ya’ll remember Captain Caveman cartoons? I think it’s him!
Oh my God! I TOTALLY remember Captain Caveman! He had that wooden
club that cracked open and a cuckoo bird would pop out. I think.
Do you remember the Saturday morning live action show
called Big Foot and Wild Boy? Same ’70s childhood cheesiness.
By the way, I just noticed my last comment is
spaced like some bullsht poetry.
Not intentional.
Werewolf Man: “Holy crap, how did this woman’s head get in my pants??!”