The Worst Album Covers Ever. And I Do Mean EVER.

I don't remember where I actually got these pictures (some random email forward, I think), but I saved the pdf and every now and then I go back and look again, just to have a laugh when I really need one.  Right now what I need is A) a good laugh, and B) a quick and easy blog post so that I can keep working on my comps.  So here you go, my friends.  Some of the worst album covers ever created in the human universe.  And, of course, my commentary.

Yes you can, you sexy devil.  You can borrow some L-O-V-E, and then give it right back to me.


Geraldine knows this because Ricky told her so.  And Ricky speaks only the truth.


I can say nothing to make this funnier.


"Don't worry, sweetheart.  Nobody will know you're pregnant for at least another couple of months.  By that time I'll have sold all my beaver skins and made us a nice tidy fortune to live on.  Now be a good girl and quit crying so I can finish my beer."


Ah, the McKeithens.  In case of musical emergency, Mrs. McKeithen keeps an accordion in her beehive.  (Grammar geeks of the world, spot that horrifyingly misplaced punctuation!)


Ummmmm...  And all these years I thought all you could see in a crystal ball was the future.


It's like gay porn, but even gayer! (This one's for you, Fairy King. ;)


No, Jasper, I think God wants you to wear the EXTRA small sweatervest.


No, really.  That's him right behind us.


Now performing live at the Palladium with her equally miraculous co-stars, the Great Footless Tapdancer, and the Amazing Lipless Harmonica Player!  


My favorite songs are "Blinded By the Light," "I Can See Clearly Now the Rain Is Gone," and "Tell Me Have You Seen Her?"  (Yes, I'm going to hell for that one.)


Ew.  Words escape me.