You'd think we'd be beyond potty humor at this point.
But then along comes All-Star Comics #13!:
Awaiting the thrust against vital positions? Dying for a little action?
Look at Starman's face. You know he's thinking, "That's what she said!"
But such tomfoolery has it's limits:
The Spectre - Instrument of God's Wrath and Fan of Parliamentary Procedure.
And we use the plentiful radium supply for illumination. We generally keel over dead at the age of twelve, but it makes everything look all glowy!
Yeah, I'm sure Uranus really is dark and cold, especially when the vacuum hits.
I apologize for that. I really do.
Let's pick it up again tomorrow while I pull my mind out of the gutter.