Wundarr's arch-nemesis is the evil Doughy Pantload. The Pantload also has a tremendous power circulating inside his body that results in violent blasts. Unlike Wundarr, the Pantload wears wrinkled tan chinos that do nothing to stop the blasts from bringing tears to the eyes of innocent bystanders.
I don't understand the superhero requirement to wear underpants OUTSIDE the costume. I don't understand why the dood made of dirt, rocks and poo needs to, nonetheless, wear underpants even though he doesn't seem to need, er, OVERpants.
I don't understand why they all have no junk - in those skin tight rigs, even mid-range junk would be, well, noticeable. And where's the new guy gonna keep his steroids? He actually needs a pair of cargo shorts, not underpants.
I don't understand how they decide what words to bold, nor how they decide on these painfully bright color schemes.
But let's face it. Isn't there a passage somewhere in the bible that exhorts us NOT to release our pent-up energy harmlessly? Now, which book shall I choose to believe?
Considering the time spent reading this crap (& w/ its homo-erotic subtext now revealed by McG.) rather than "interacting" w/ girls (or any humans, really) I'm surprised my social development's reached even its current level.
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Plus the gloves will hide the hair growing on his palms.
Wundarr's arch-nemesis is the evil Doughy Pantload. The Pantload also has a tremendous power circulating inside his body that results in violent blasts. Unlike Wundarr, the Pantload wears wrinkled tan chinos that do nothing to stop the blasts from bringing tears to the eyes of innocent bystanders.
That is one Fabulous Outfit...
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Now he can give himself his own wrap-around.
Contra Reed Richards, I think such a suit would actually be one of the most complicated ever sewn.
Nigel Tufnel says, "This belt goes up to 11."
This whole panel is one big VPR.
The Captcha is (I'm not lying)- impant.
I don't understand the superhero requirement to wear underpants OUTSIDE the costume. I don't understand why the dood made of dirt, rocks and poo needs to, nonetheless, wear underpants even though he doesn't seem to need, er, OVERpants.
I don't understand why they all have no junk - in those skin tight rigs, even mid-range junk would be, well, noticeable. And where's the new guy gonna keep his steroids? He actually needs a pair of cargo shorts, not underpants.
I don't understand how they decide what words to bold, nor how they decide on these painfully bright color schemes.
But let's face it. Isn't there a passage somewhere in the bible that exhorts us NOT to release our pent-up energy harmlessly? Now, which book shall I choose to believe?
Captain Marvel had the junk.
This whole panel is one big VPR.
Vermont Public Radio?
Voluntary premature rejaculation.
Captain Marvel had the junk.
Yes. Yes he did.
He might have made a better choice of combat footwear than Uggs, however.
Captain Marvel had the junk.
It was probably unnecessary to emblazon his chest with an arrow pointing down to it.
Needs the words "I'm with Stupid".
Real superhero outfit for real superhero.
What, exactly, is wrong with ALICE gear?
Why, it's efficient, functional and a tweakers DREAM!
And it's named after a GOON!
Winner, winner!
Let's have drinks now...
Considering the time spent reading this crap (& w/ its homo-erotic subtext now revealed by McG.) rather than "interacting" w/ girls (or any humans, really) I'm surprised my social development's reached even its current level.
on the contrary, I think the writers and artists were just very comfortable with their sexuality.
comfortable to the point that they never interacted with others.
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