What Did You Put In My Drink, You Bastard?

Damn, this girl is on a roll!

I ended up explaining to the nice people in the PDSA charity shop that I was not planning to read the books, just scan the covers. One looked doubtful, until I held up this.

“Does this look like ‘Desire’ to you?” I asked.

“No,” he said, “it looks more like murder.”

Look at her, lying there like she’s got tv consumption in a flannelette nightie and greasy lank hair. And he looks like a evil landowner type from a western. He looks like he just came into town to find out the only whore left has gone to bed with PMS. But it’s the first Saturday of the month, goddamit, and he wants his oats. And she’s like “I don’t want to, but maybe if we do then I can afford to get some better decor in here”.

I was going to make Terri Schiavo joke, but I think it’s too soon, yeah? Dude, I don’t know what Mills & Boon was thinking when they designed this cover, but it’s just… sick and wrong and makes my skin crawl. I think this might have been a date rape situation and homeboy in the mortician suit just finished putting his clothes back on and the girl on the bed? The Demerol has not worn off.

One Response to “What Did You Put In My Drink, You Bastard?”

  1. Robyn
    1

    “What did you put in my drink, you bastard?”

    I just blew coffee out my nose.



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