Hi Vicki!
I just managed to catch up with at least one story /points at part 17’s FDK way down there and this one/
Hi, Darth! No worries, I've been running around like a chicken without a hand myself. Finally catching up on feedbacking the feedback.
Chippendale’s work uniform?
<writer imagines, chokes on own drool, requires rescuing by Clark>
Sounds like Martha will have to mop the floor again before someone slips and hurts himself on the puddle of drool.
Maybe if he wore his driver’s license around his neck?
<imagines instead a dog collar with shiny tags>
Clark: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
And that’s not even talking about the male protective sports equipment his mother included. And yes, in Renaissance times, the clothing of pretentious men did intentionally emphasize things.
Clark:
So, he could have gotten away wearing a Casper’s uniform?
Either that or a big fat bull’s eye.
Clark: That's what I keep saying, but no one is listening to me.
Actually, that would hamper things. He *has* to take it off from time to time.
Lois: That's true. Okay, he's allowed to take it off to service me and to shower.
[Kent kids' outfits]
Fur, horn-helmet, big hammer strapped to his back?
Thor: I'll sue!!!!
Clark: Great, a billionaire and a god are both sueing me now.
Hence the reason he should just snipe-shoot Lois and put a couple of Kryptonite bullets into a grieving Clark.
Tempus!!! Stop taking notes!
That was a fun ride, Vicki!
Thanks, Michael! Thanks for taking this ride with me!