That would be my caption for the photo below. But I’m in stage 3 of deep v-neck syndrome, would probably score high on the metrosexual worship leader scorecard, and would be lying if I said I didn’t jump on this sale like Jack jumping on a way to get off the island.
Is that too painful, now that Lost is over and we’ve had a full fall without the smoke monster haunting our Thursday nights? Fair enough, but it’s never too soon for a v-neck caption.
So let’s have em’.
How would you caption this photo?