NnaaAAAaagGGhhHHH!!!!

I'M ITCHY!!! IT'S LIKE, REALLY, REALLY FREAKIN' BAD....AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!

I can't stand it, man. I'm gonna rip all my skin off. I'm gonna rip it off and put it somewhere 'till it quits itching...Rip. It. Off.

Soooo itchy.

If you're a superhero, and everyone already knows who you are (for example, everybody switches between calling him Wolverine and Logan) why would you keep wearing a mask? No, no...forget that. Masks can look pretty cool. Some people should just wear them all the time. But why keep wearing that lame-ass costume? Seriously, man...skintight Spandex? Really? Really? Bright, primary colors....pretty little patterns....underwear on the outside of your tights. You guys are a mess. For real, man. At least, if you're gonna do it, go simple. Look at Deadpool. Nightwing. Those guys know how to do it; darker colors, no underwear as outerwear...their archenemies aren't gonna be laughing behind their backs. Unless they're the Joker...but he laughs whenever someone bleeds, so....

Yeah, I know that Nightwing and the Joker and Deadpool aren't all from the same comic company. But I don't believe in segregating. Is that okay with you?

Oh, oh....you wanna know what I hate? Huh? Huh? I hate it when people online blast me for having a sense of humor...(I'm not displaying it right now, so shut it) or any semblance of a personality. That really annoys me. I really hate terms like "n00b", "troll" (although trolling itself is a pretty fun way to kill some time), "epic", and, especially, "fail". Shut your dirty, grandma-kissing mouth you illiterate dork. I never fail at anything...except maybe failing at failing. So, yeah...go squat somewhere.

Dorks, dorks, all of you....dorks!

So, anyway....whatcha doin'? You good? Gettin' plenty of fiber? Yeah? That's nice.

Everything's nice. It's all nice, all the time. I'm gonna draw something really cool. I bought a Liars album on iTunes and it does nice things to my brain. I'm gonna see if I can't get some of it to leak out and soak it up with some drawing paper. And then I'm gonna post it online and hope that it infects the entire internet so that all your screens will turn green and no one will ever be able to rick-roll anyone ever again because that's really getting annoying when all I want to see is a decent version of The Watchmen trailer.

C-c-c-c-Cobra Commander!

Let's go melt Reed Richards' face. Permanent-like.

My butt is numb. That means it's time to get off the computer, get out of the house, get into my car, and drive around until the motion of the car and the soothing sound of the engine lulls me to sleep.

Do I need to say it? Do I really need to say it? Fine. Don't sleep and drive. Leave that to the professional dumb-asses. Like me.