She really was a slacker. According to Han Solo, she had calluses on her scapulae. Watch where you point that thing, Princess.
[Found here.]
Category: Superheroes
Door Number 3
[Found buried in here.]
[Update: The computer hospital called up today and told me that my Univac was healthy again. I picked up the pup about 3PM, brought him home, combed through the archives for hookup procedures. The good folks at Adam’s Electronics backed up my archives AND programs… on the hard drive.
I don’t know what caused the crash, but I spent all afternoon and evening trying to get it back up and running after a coupla more system crashes.
All my bookmarks are gone, and I haven’t resolved the emailage yet.
It’s now 1:42AM and I’m back online. I’ll be sleeping in tomorrow.]
Super Dude
Tor of the Power Mowers
Brain-Bat Man Bitch-Slapped on Basic Grammar
The Dental Floss Tycoon
“Bobby’s behind the bike rack. Go pound him.”
Episode XVII: Space Smith and Dianna Screw Up and There’s Only One Thing Left To Do…
Popeye Dead at 108
Santa Monica, CA (Strutts News Services) – Legendary mariner and celebrity, popularly known as “Popeye” passed away at 2:30AM PST Thursday at St. John’s Health Center in Santa Monica, California. Leaving behind no documents to prove his full name, Popeye suffered quietly for years from complications caused by hypertension due to a lifetime of sea salt inhalation.
Popeye’s last words were reported to be, “That’s all’s I can stands, and I can’t stands no more!” before he drifted off.
Jeepers.
Superman is bamboozled by love.
(“Looky, Supe. Dump the cape and the SuperSocks, get some red and blue chinos. Respect yo’ sef.” — Jimmy “Dyne-O-Mite” Olsen.)
Tacky Raccoons 