So, it's Action Comics #104, and we're just minding our own beeswax and...
Oh, look! It's Superman! Hi, Superman! It's always great to see you! Have you come to check out Candytown?
Hey, now! I don't think that's necessary!
Seriously, Superham, what is your problem? I really don't see why you have such a fan base.
I don't know how old those kids in the upper left are, but they look a little too old to be worrying about candy. I mean, they look like teenagers. Are they on a date, or something? If so, someone needs to do a Beanie Intervention on that boy, or he's getting no lovin' from Blondie. Not to mention the fact that he took her to a town made out of candy. Giving a girl candy on the first date runs the risk that you'll look like you're trying to hard. Taking her to an entire theme park made of candy? My boy there has no game. No game at all!
Eh, sell me some shoes:
If Thom there has some "Magic Bazooka Shoes" that enable him to run across treetops like he's in one of those Twilight movies, shouldn't that magic also do away with the "deadly exhaust"? You know, because they're magic and all? I kind of expect magic stuff to be more environmentally friendly.
Not that I care. I don't have any kids. Let the world choke on itself - just wait until after I'm gone (which, at this rate, should be a week from Thursday). Let your own kids figure out the exhaust problem in magic shoes. This is hardly my concern. And why do people who have children get tax deductions and effectively pay less taxes than those who don't? You breeders use a lot more in public resources than I do. If anything, I should get tax deductions. I'm not using public schools! Pay for your own dang kids. They bother me.
See you Monday!