I Should Probably Be Ashamed That I Don’t Already Know This . . .
Thursday March 15, 2007 @ 12:45 a.m. ::
Mood: amused
. . . considering I work in a comic book store and all.
*Hangs head in shame*
Oh, Spiderman.
Who would have thought that your radioactive spunk (among other bodily fluids – hey, you never know what kind of kinks people have behind closed doors –) would give your wife cancer?*
Only anyone who doesn’t have the brain capacity of a lobotomised gnat. On life support.
* As seen in Spiderman: Reign #3. How in the blue fuck has this been around and I’ve not heard about it before today (it came out, like, the second week of February)? Well, other than my NOT reading any Spiderman titles whatsoever. Captain America’s** death makes Yahoo!News and CNN but this wasn’t even a blip on the mother fucking radar? I mean, come ON. Sniper/hypnotised assassin versus radioactive splooge? No contest. The radioactive spermies** win every time.
** Heh. "Radioactive Spermies" is going to be the name of my first book.
