For some reason, I thought you were referring to the B39 plane kiss. Perhaps I was mistaken.
Sorry
LOIS: Great. Now, you're saying I wasn't even memorable.
Oh! Somebody has got to write this! /checks plate and sees that it's the size of the buffet table/
SUPERMAN: Can I get sick now?
Yes, but please use a barfbag while in flight.
CAT: This dress cost me more than $50!
WALLY: He has x-ray vision right? And Super speed? And strength? /scoffs/ Why would I bother listening for her heartbeat? I could have any girl I wanted!
NOR: Sometimes Kryptonian blood is wasted on the unworthy. /indicates Kal-El/
And yet, Wally would still just get employed to clean out the royal chamber pots…
LOIS: So, you're saying that I need to bring out my leather...<has a naughty side>.
CLARK: <worries how to fake this with a non-kryptonite whip>
Quite a pickle, huh?
LOIS: Fair share? Ha!
CLARK: You found the bomb on the Prometheus. I lifted it into orbit.
Sorry, I thought you'd recognize her from that comic photo. How about this one from Smallville?
They had quite a lot of fun with the more…exposing clothing styles on the show, huh?
I challenge others to turn my innocent Gfic's into Nfics?
One still needs to check out over yonder… Also, *innocent*?
ER: Dying alone is often quoted as a sad thing?
Um... I thought that was drinking alone?
No, I think I heard it with the other one, too. Then again, you *could* also die alone from drinking alone, so…
Michael
