Romance comics rarely fail to amuse. I call them kissy kissies.
You won’t believe me when I say this (because it’s a lie) but I was present at this photoshoot. Here’s what I heard.
Actress: “What’s my motivation for this scene?”
Art Director: “Five dollars and a quart of vodka!”
Actor (He had a manly name like Bell Housing or Hockey Puck. Something like that.): “Can you believe this broad?!” *slaps actress across the face without spilling his whiskey or ashing his cigarette*
Art Director: “Perfect! Hold that pose! Now think about hanging yourself in a closet. Good! Quickly Mister Housing, breathe on her like a rapist! Excellent! I’m a genius! That’ll be a thousand dollars.”
If “halfway to the altar” isn’t good enough for this creep, you have to ask yourself what “the altar” really is? … I’ll bet it’s real taboo.