Okay, I can't hold out any longer, I must share the Borgnine love. For indeed, love is in the air and it smells like underarms and damp socks thanks to this putrid cupid! Yes, it festers and glistens, it oozes and itches - it's like a bad, smelly rash and it's sweatin' like a watermelon. Borgnine knows this love, he is its sweaty champion - 'cause the guy knows broads and he knows how to love 'em... even when he's got the gas.
Artist: Rod Filbrandt