Monday, November 21, 2005

Superman?

12 comments:

just thinking said...

lol... :D

drunkbh said...

That outfit is just scary. He should be called the Blue Flame.

morbid misanthrope said...

just thinking - There's nothing funny about gay superheroes. Well, there is, really, but GLAAD gets all pissed off if they catch you snickering.

drunkbh - Yeah, or the Blue Flamer. Flying to a pride parade near you.

Victor said...

LMFAO good i hate superman. Hulk and batman should team up and beat his ass to a bloody pulp

Willow said...

I'm not a great fan of superman, but this has turned me against him forever. I do enter the realm of the bizarro world though, everytime that I pop in to visit my family and see them all sitting around the table dressed in their blue tights and talking about their superpowers.

morbid misanthrope said...

rude - I've never been a fan of Superman either. Although, there was a period of time where I wore a red cape everywhere I went. I decided to quit wearing it when my father tried to hang me with it. Last week was a bad week.

willow - Bizarro world is an interesting place. In Bizarro world I'm rich, women can't resist me, and a tribe of Asian Hobbits worship me and call me god.

I think I may have seen your family once. Is your dad's superpower wearing black socks with brown shoes and smoking a corn-cob pipe?

Willow said...

Naw, my Dad's superpower is the ability to pass gas in powerful bursts similar to an automatic machine gun fire, with similar deadly consequences. That gassy power has been known to topple men, bend wire, peel paint from walls, and cause insanity to those unfortunate relatives that were in the line of fire. When he wears his blue tights and lets one rip, he looks like the blue flame(r) of a blow torch.

morbid misanthrope said...

willow - Your father's powers must make family gatherings around the holidays quite interesting - it would make picking a seat at the table a lot like playing Russian Roulette. However, getting shot in the head is probably much quicker and a lot less painful.

Willow said...

My father's powers have killed off most of my family members, leaving me the unpleasant task of filling the empty seats around the table with assorted riff raff and dubious creatures of the night. That's where I first met the badger and his hideous weasil wife. Stinky Pete also shows up, along with Random Acts of Madness. I'm so thankful that all of these creatures can be killed and their bodies easily disposed of, making it a fun Thanksgiving for my Daddy.

morbid misanthrope said...

willow - One person's dinner guests are another tree's fertilizer. I suppose that's what Thanksgiving is all about: "assorted riff-raff" slumped over a table gorging themselves with gravy-soaked vittles whilst staining the table cloth with various spilled and leaked bodily fluids. That's probably why family portraits are sent with Christmas cards instead of Thanksgiving cards.

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