Hey, kids, get hip to what you're missing: Blue Monday rules! Make no mistake, most of the comic books I read are of the superhero variety. I'm a DC Comics kid and love their pantheon of icons: Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, The Flash, Green Lantern, Aquaman; superteams like the JLA and JSA; and weird niche ideas like the Suicide Squad, the Doom Patrol, and Dial H for Hero (currently resurrected with a smashing debut as H-E-R-O). At the same time, there is absolutely nothing better than the innocent teenaged hijinks of the Blue Monday gang. Bleu's crush on Mr. Bishop, Clover's tough girl vulnerability, Alan and Victor's irrepressable pervertion, Bleu's stalking of Adam Ant. Good times, good times.

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You look really pretty today.
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No offense to Skeeter's boytoy e, but gymnasts are jerks. Their practice area is in the same facility in which we conduct intramural mini-soccer. Yesterday, a ball accidentally sailed over the partition. I went over there and was exquisitely polite in my efforts to retrive it. Those snobby bastards eventually let me come in and look around for the ball (they knew where it was the whole time), but not before giving me the cold shoulder and a ton of attitude. Listen, you cocks, it isn't my fault that you guys feel inferior for being short! You're incredible athletes, get the fuck over this Napoloen shit! Pansies.