Lately, I have suffered from a mysterious eye condition, much like that suffered by the waif in a certain 20th century ballad. I can't recall the name of the tune, but I do know that the youngster was stricken with madness, such that any cylindrical object in his field of vision was seemingly transmogrified into toffee candy. Only with me? It ain't candy.
Whatever I've got, I hope it wears off soon.
(Just not too soon. Heh-heh.)
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When did the LoSH fight Dazzler?
Hmmmmm.....Blockade Boy, are you trying to tell us that you are cockeyed? ;)
Actually, this picture is Matter Eater Lad showing off the world's largest rectal thermometer.
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Where's my friken drink!
I know it takes a while for stuff to get here in Oz but it a drink for crying out loud. Its the same emergency delivery level as a kidney in this country.
I love a sunburnt country
And beer that never ends....
Again
MY DRINK, YOU OWE!!!!
For your eye condition, I say you need to check in with Ethel about this. I detect foul play...
But then, maybe I'm seeing things too in this picture. You know, when you see one of those pictures with hidden content or meanings? Suddenly I understand why the Legion put up with Tenzil all those years...
'head' 'power' 'timber'
Um....no comment...
Lurker: This panel was cut from "Marvel vs. DC".
Comixbear: Gah! You trumped me again!
Captain Koma: What? No drinks?! Say, where the hell is our waiter? Service here sucks!
Gustavo: Yes, Tenzil was in charge of "morale."
Nepharia: You called it, sister!
The service sucks? Is the service nice, sexy ladies? Then I request one "service", please.
Well, we're talking about a bar that I'd frequent, so... no.
Uhm, in that case, I'll just have a beer. And if someone says something nice to me, I'll just smile.
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