Okay, saw this today on Smart Bitches, Trashy Books and just had to had to HAD TO post it for your enjoyment. Sorry for the size of the picture, but look at the size of this guy's...ummmm...turret!
Hung like a horse??
"Miscolo!" he yelled.~RP
"Yo!" Miscolo yelled back from the Clerical Office.
"Bring in some iodine and some Band-Aids, will you?"
"Yo!" Miscolo answered.
I think that the detail that inspires the fiercest unholy shuddering, personally, is those tufts of wiry pubic hair wriggling out from the beast itself. But yes, I could envision this cover as a Highlights magazinesque "How Many Phalluses Can You Spot? Find and Circle Them All!" feature.
On Monday a kid from my company named Ben Hunzinger got fifteen years hard labor for deserting in the face of the enemy, and a long talk from Mr. Fairbrother about justice tempered with mercy.
"It's unlikely you'll read a more unusual novel this year."