That's the fact Jack

"I'm pretty sure that guy is titty-fuckin' Susan Sarandon" —my brother while watching Howard the Duck

Inner child abuse is a hard dark habit to break.

He might ask you a quirky question or put your eye out with his chin while he's bobbing that acromegalic bobble-head monstrosity in your airspace.

It triggered a primal memory in the damned who have not felt such joys in a while; a brief moment of child-like innocence reclaimed; naked exuberance unleashed unashamed unabashedly for all to freely see, moments most have known, many habituated to curb-stomping their enthusiasm but vicariously tasting the freedom of…

Seems her numerous defenders will chew up the meager bastards.

That a note-to-self there Pinkboy ?

“For optimists, human life never needs justification, no matter how much hurt piles up, because they can always tell themselves that things will get better. For pessimists, there is no amount of happiness—should such a thing as happiness even obtain for human beings except as a misconception—that can compensate us for…

Perhaps she demurred when asked in favor of kicking back and not distracting from her pals romp around his old stomping grounds ?

…make it real. Or else forget about it.

The American Distress Card: Don't Leave Hell Without It

When Mighty-Whitey teams up with Black-Negro, it inspires the Rainbow Friendship Squad to unite against the wet menace of Lactating Lass.

Volstagg parties are the best.

Hodg-Man is an emerging character who will go from humble beginnings to herald of Galactus.

He won an emmy for the very special episode where he gelded Mr. Ed.

Skurge has turgid insurgencies of burgeoning urges, merging urgent sturgeon splurges, encouraging dirges converge gurgling liturgical purges.

Ragnarok n roll true believers, the merry marvel marching society is gonna go excelsior on your asses faster than a Funky Flashman mounts a House Roy…

Sydney or the bush

“For the rest of the earth’s organisms, existence is relatively uncomplicated. Their lives are about three things: survival, reproduction, death—and nothing else. But we know too much to content ourselves with surviving, reproducing, dying—and nothing else. We know we are alive and know we will die. We also know we…

Perhaps a leisurely pace of generation after generation of Zika babies born across the globe until the brainless pinheads inherit the earth is best.