What sweet nothings was Little Marco really whispering into Metamucilini’s ear?
That’s the question I posed in this latest edition of TBR’s Caption Contest. And readers responded with hundreds of entries—many of them inventively filthy!
I have winnowed the submissions to a select group of finalists. Since this website represents one of the few vestiges of democracy left in America, I am putting it to you, TBR readers, to choose the winner:
