Originally posted by Darth Michael:
EW: I've given up being brief for Long... er... Wrong Clark.
What Lois reads: Clark doesn’t wear briefs.
![lol lol](/ubb/images/graemlins/default/laugh2.gif)
Actually, when I typed that out, I accidentally... Feudenily, typed out "Long" instead of "Wrong".
CLARK: And, technically, Lois, I like to call 'em 'shorts'.
WRONG CLARK: Oh, will you just shut up!
Yes, WC looks a lot like a green Tempus in a Santa outfit.
Hey, canon Lois turned down canon Clark the first time he asked too.
LOIS: Well, he *can* eat it if he *wants to*.
ER: He’ll have to if he wants to get nookie?
LOIS: No, no. I meant with his jaw and cast iron stomach, he could *try* to eat my first batch...
No nookie for him tonight?
CLARK: [Shock] We're at my *folks!*
LOIS: /points at Labrat’s Epiphany/ Aaaaand?
Hmmmm. I'll have to add that one to my list... or as a suggestion for the
FanFiction Reader\'s Club list. /hint, hint, nudge, nudge/
Because he didn't know Lois had been baking.
LOIS: I’m *not* danger prone *or* a menace to society outside the kitchen. /mad/
CLARK: She's not?
ER: The true reason Lois never got any Christmas presents from Santa
EW: Her cookies gave him indigestion?
ER: [Yup!] No wonder she doesn’t like cookies. Or men.
LOIS: I like Kryptonian men... well, man really, just the one though.
ZARA: You can't have him. Ching's mine!