Really, what other option did he have? In situations like these you take the path of least resistance…which in this case just so happens to take the form of the C Train.
Happy birthday today to the love of my life, my wonderful and incredible wife. Allicat, I couldn’t do this without you. You help me so much get through every day and balance me in ways I never knew I was askew. You are everything I needed and nothing I knew I wanted. I love you my queen. You are such a joy in my life. The best parts of my day are waking up next to you and crawling back into bed beside you. I would call you the Lois Lane to my Clark Kent but we all know Clark is a tool bag and you don’t fall off nearly enough skyscrapers for that comparison. Seriously, babe, you gotta step your game up on that front. I’d say you’re they Kitty to my Colossus but we both know that my abs are the exact opposite of steel hard. Uh…I know! You are the Killing to my MODOK. A sort of abstract zenith of achievement I was made for but can never seem to fully appreciate or complete. You are my adventure every day, my love. Plus, I’m a lot closer to his body type than I would like to admit. My giant misshapen features are for you and you alone. Don’t you feel lucky?
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