I was bored at lunch today, and flipped through the funny pages of the local crappy paper. Not only did I discover that “Love is . . .” is an ongoing comic strip/panel, I also discovered that it’s gotten pretty risque!
So, I offer up a new Caption Contest! Submit your entries in the Comments section below!
I’ll kick things off with, “Love is . . . realizing you’re the only girl at a swingers’ party.”
Love is … not being brought up on charges for viewing child pornography.
Love is… not seeing America the way you or I do.
Love is… being on the flip side of The Jumble.
Love is… Not taking the road Lil D. Sanchez travels by and milking all the deferens.
Love is…$50 every half hour.
Illegal in all 50 states.
Love is… having lots of men buy you drinks, letting one of them take you home, getting him so drunk he passes out, stealing a bunch of cool stuff from his flat and then singing in the streets with a bottle in one hand.
Love is…the opposite of “Surf City” x 2
Love is…DVDA!
Love is…strictly platonic when you and your partner are born without genitals.
To quote my Elements of the Philosophy of Right, bitches:
Love is. . . seeing male genitalia after 40 years of marriage to a eunuch.
Love is…a gang-bang, and realizing you’re the bangee.
Love is…a second-hand emotion.
Love is… realizing there’s an extra one left over to go in the ear. (Thank you, Mr. Oswalt.)
Love is … wondering “WTF? Naked boys with no genitalia? What sick fuck is drawing this nausiating fantasy?”
Love is … giving birth to the baby of identical quadruplets.
Love is,,,a Battlefield.