It's spring, when the sad-making layers clothing are finally shed. And it's damn quiet around here. So, I humbly propose:

MUD-FOOTBALL: SWIMSUIT EDITION

Oh yeah, I went there. There will have cold beer and a BBQ as well. And a few hoses.

Alright folks, huddle up. Saint Paddy's is fast approaching and these here Godboxes enable a)traveling incredible distances in the blink of an eye and b) doing so pickled without driving into something expensive.

I motion a field trip to the Emerald Isle for some, dare I say it?, shenanigans. Perhaps a shilelagh or two.

Gigi, can we borrow some leprechauns? Maybe I should liberate some lawn-dwarfs and paint them accordingly.

I think that comic book writers might need to be strung up by their toes. Yes.

I think I need to find a new archery range to practice at. Just been hired to play Cupid for an upcoming bachelorette party in Vegas. They said they'll supply the diaper, I just have to 'make sure my quiver's loaded.'

I'm really hoping they were joking about the diaper.

At some point, I will learn to not try to drink super-powered extraterrestrials under the table.

Clearly yesterday was not the day for that little nugget of wisdom.