Thursday, February 12, 2009


The hotness that is Stephen sends me off to slumber....

Tomorrow we'll fight Nightmare and giant rats and Republicans, I mean, Mighty Avengers.

Goodnight, mustache! Goodnight, cloak! Goodnight, Eye of Agamotto who thinks I don't know he watches me in the shower.

It's time for rest you, brooding, sensitive inner-doodlebug of a doctory sorcerer man who needs a good woman with professional highlights that don't come cheap. (The Clea horned flip is so Dark Dimension)

Put down the Orb and come to bed. The Earth will still need saving tomorrow.

Good night, dear doctor.

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