In Which the Blackout Continues, and My Standards Get Lower and Lower

There's still no electricity at my house. It is currently 47 degrees inside, a mere 15 degrees away from freezing. That was a mighty cold weekend. The nearest guess is tomorrow. The crews are working as hard as they can, but 8 days of no electric are starting to wear on me.

So, let's brighten the mood by taking a perfectly innocent panel out of context and turning it into something filthy:


Lana, Lana, Lana.... if you'd make him wear a super-condom and visit the Health Department every so often, you might not have those "sudden bursts of flame" down there! Sit in that bathtub and think about what you've done.

I love how Superboy is kinda proud of himself. Nothing like a little STD to keep your girl from fooling around on you!
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I'll become such a nuisance, they'll throw me out of jail!

Yeah, that's how parole usually works: Dammit, Mad Dog! You've been chewing with your mouth open at mess hall, using the word "literally" when you clearly meant "figuratively" or "absolutely," and use hip-hop slang even though you're a small-town white boy! Nobody likes you! Straighten up, or I'll have to ask you to leave this jail!
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A rare early appearance by the Dazzler before her sex-change operation. And, no.... that's the last name they gave the character. I'm not touching that one.

For non-comic readers: Dazzler is an awful character that came out about 20 years after this panel was printed. She was a mutant disco singer who roller-skated. I wish I were kidding.