S’atanic S’mores.

I’m guessing your first name is Martha...?

I really do like the jacket - the original GR (Johnny Blaze) had that white box shape on his outfit as well. Nice little shout out, methinks.

Honestly - teared up reading this. TOS helped shape the person I am today. Truly.

Love this movie. LOVE it.

Dear Mr. Liefeld: please take any and all artistic tools used for your submission (and, in general). Place them in a round, metal container. Pour lighter fluid over them. Strike a match. Throw it into the container. Burn that shit to the ground and let it burn. Forget you ever did this to us, or yourself.

And pouches.

Dude. LAUGHING so loud...my coworker asked if I “was OK.”

I TOTALLY remember that dislocated elbow! They just kept that four seconds on a loop, I swear.

It’s the dramatic moment when she poses in front of a falling theater curtain.

Damn you, Dan. Why do I damn you? Because as I read this I was drinking my morning coffee - and the classic Danny Thomas spit-take ensued BECAUSE YOU MADE ME LAUGH! Damn you. And thank you.

Brilliant.

Bless you Michael.

That ain’t right - yet, I’m laughing my ass off.

Holy nut kick Batman!

...or where I’d stack my third-place trophies and parents’ ceaseless criticisms of my life.

Jesus. Just looked over my shoulder after reading this.

He’s alive, and he claimed he ate it. But he was full of bologna.

Jesus Christ. The ignorance out here is, truly, astounding.

...because they can? Because they have a right to privacy? Because maybe they want to keep the photos?