Michael, you're too funny.
Some you're one of those I'll post it when it's complete people now? That would be difficult for me.
/looks at part 188 of 1xxx/ I can see why.
No. No! NO! Only 1/3 of the story left.
Stop encouraging my muse to ramble.
LOIS: *SUUUUUPEEEEERMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN*!
Also if they keep it up, they end up right where they started?
CLARK: Oh, lookie, Lois. Metropolis.
So he can keep 3-4 girlfriends?
CLARK:
Let’s see…there’s Wanda. Lola. Lois. Angel. And Mayson.
CLARK: Mayson?
Also, I got an idea for that last quip, but I don’t think it would be appropriate over here.
Yes, probably best to let my imagination go wild than to print it.
Because I never qualified where the preggers Lois was coming from but you automatically jumped to a certain story, trying to prove us Wrong?
Of course. Can you imagine someone showing up to a wedding party wearing an Ackbar shirt?
LOIS: So, you want me to remove my attire and then you’d do anything want? I don’t see the novelty in that.
CLARK: That's not what I meant!
LOIS: Why not?
I once read that it’s because work or the latest social media status upate of a virtual friend is more important than the person on the other side of the table?
AMOR: /throws bow into garbage/
EARTH: And that’s how I got rid of my humans.
On that note:
MARS: How you doing?
EARTH: Not got. I’ve got humans.
MARS: Don’t worry. It passes.
Like gas?
CLARK: I can catch more Lexes with a chocolate filled Lois.
LOIS: Say what?
CLARK: As my partner. Because she's brilliant.
ER: So, he thinks he’s saved himself there?
CLARK:
Oops. Two years. My bad. /going with the traditional one year waiting period between romantic milestones/
It takes a man that long to recover?