There's no better catch-all word really -- and yeah, it's kind of a family tradition. Which, thank you so much. Papa Spider would be very, very, proud and I try pretty hard to be a chip off the old Spider-Block. I mean, maybe I'm a little less dudely and I totally eat more salads than he probably ever did -- but you know, we've got to modernize. Keep it fresh -- even if the costume should always stay vintage.
See. You get it. Across the board -- well, except about Paris. But I've never done Paris. Just New York that was like Paris. Well. London. But like. Oil lamps, old Victorian, London. It was pretty cool, even if Corsets are the Devil's handiwork. But hey, I appreciate that. Really. The outfit does not get anywhere near enough love -- I mean, maybe you're onto something with the berry themed waffles -- throw in a catchy jingle and I feel like maybe there's hope -- but that's besides the point. Team Spider always appreciates the fans. You're the reason we do it, after all. Well, that and, you know, it's just the right thing to do.
The pleasure's all mine Nat. If I see old Man Wall-Crawler, I'll pass along the nice things you said to him. And Ugh. Freshman year. It's pretty high on the list of things I do not miss about life.
Nine huh? You know, there's a general health warning about diabetes and cavities I feel obligated to make, but then I think about how much I love waffles a la mode and think I shouldn't really take a stand on the soapbox of hypocrisy.