Crusing back to drop SlantyOD and SlantyME off at their respective homes after donning our janitor uniforms and cleaning the proverbial “Floor of Volleyball” earlier that evening, SlantyK and I were discussing the merits of wandering through Eternia. This being the home of He-Man, the strongest man in the universe, I would have thought anything written about He-Man, the strongest man in the universe, would have some of the best writting…even the stongest writting in the universe would be expected by some. But as we are shown here, expectations often fall short of what is anticipated at a literary banquet.

We’re going to call that link above a pre-meal….how would you like to even call it an appetizer before the real-meal-deal. Feast your eyes on Shoot Club. This one especially wet my whistle….it made me chuckle on the inside knowing that others share the same pain that I do.

If I was any kind of good, or even fair chef I would probably feed you a little of the desserty goodness you so rightly deserve, but since I’m already feeling full you get none. NONE!!!

“She goes, “No, you’re not thinking, you’re on drugs!
Normal people don’t act in that way!”
I go, “Mom, just give me a Pepsi please,
All I want is a Pepsi.”
And she wouldn’t give it to me!
All I wanted was a Pepsi!
Just one Pepsi!
And she wouldn’t give it to me!
Just a Pepsi!”