Apparently, the underwear titles are quite a hit. I’m starting to get a taste of what Tim Cahill must go through following his titles like Jaguars Ripped My Flesh, and Pecked to Death By Ducks.
Everyone is asking, “What’s the next book going to be called?!”
I’ve been telling our story about Gimme Those Diamonds. They laugh hilariously at the thought of me rapelling down a mine shaft with a big machine gun strapped to my back Tomb Raider style, or wielding the said Oozie at a line up of big burly men begging for mercy….but then they are not happy at all when I say we are thinking of straying from the underwear title for the third.
Hey TT, maybe we should keep it going. If that’s what the public wants, shouldn’t that be what they get?
Lets brainstorm. Thongs, stockings, maybe something involving those super sucking tummy tuckers? What are those things called again? I should know…
How about “The Thong of Adventure”? “Sharks Stole My Corset”? (More of a Cahill title, methinks…) Or even, “I Went One Way, My Bikini Went Another (based on a true story)”…
Thanks, Dave. LOL at the last one!
Rinse Out Your Jock
Don’t Touch My Thong
G-Strung Out on the Road to Nowhere
How far off can you smell my socks?
Nah, bad title!
Where’d That Leach Come From?
Who Said They Don’t Sell Garter Belts in Madagascar: and other travel myths
1001 Arabian G-Strings
I don’t know…but it sure is fun to play around with.
my sarong smells so wrong – and other wacky tales!
If that’s sarong, I don’t wanna be right.
(I still don’t know what it means, but it gets said everytime I hear the word “sarong”).
What do you think of this one?
The Thong Also Rises
(I love it)
My Moneybelt Fell Down My Pants
Ugh. How come none of you like The Thong Also Rises? I love it. No response even from TT.