While I was scanning this story from Superman #177 I thought of what I wanted to say and there was so much I wanted to say I was afraid of spilling my guts 'til I was as empty and void of content as an area of deep space occupied only by a black hole. I doubled over in grief and despair and begged this feeling to go away while I fought back the tears. I wondered if I could even finish the post. Somehow I did. I wish I could tell you what's really on my mind, but I just can't, except in secret code. Oh, Superman #177? FAIL!...
Super Fun by Monogram!
More Super Fun, from Hawk this time...
"The toy that can't decide, you see, what to do or what to be!"
Silly Is As Putty Does...
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R.I.P. PETER GRAVES
A man who knew how to deal with silly monsters, no prob!...
7 comments:
Really, Superman? Your gonna stop fighting a monster to pick up some broad's handkerchief? They should have titled this "The whirling Turd!"
exactly!
I think Sooperman's sma-Aart! He's so clever, figgering stuff out and all. Not like SOME superheroes who solved all their problems with their fists (that was the company line back then: Superman solves problems with his brains, not his fists).
except Lois had to tell him to let go of the hanky...
I could spend my entire lunch time on this blog
esattamente!
HA! You could tell it was a slow day at the superman factory. "what kind of nemesis should we create this week?"
"Um, how about a ... tall... purpley... spinny thing?"
GENIUS!
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