Cow inseminate? Eww.

Poor Clark didn't get carried over the threshold?? How will he ever survive?

It's like watching a good romantic comedy - only gay. Which is, of course, better.

Oh, they are SOOOOO married already. Yep. "Instant Interpretation of Need for Alternative Foods In Relation to Imminent Cooking Disaster" - sure sign

NEVER LET LEX COOK AGAIN!
 
I almost splorfed my soda!

Jonathan is an emotional cripple

Think before you blink beefcake boy!

If you're having trouble with plot, you could just throw some porn in. I don't think anyone would mind.

Didn't this guy go to *our* highschool too? We did go to school with a lot of freaks you know. Meteors might just be the explanation to some of them!

SO, the first time my poor little WoobiePuss!Clark goes away, Lex is boinking somebody else! The the...the CAD...the heartless mysterious stranger boinking CAD...doesn't he know he is MARRIED?

I half-expected Clark to whizz in the corners of thier apt after finding The Hickey.

That shall always and forever more be the *true* story about the shark tank!

Poor Clark, taking all the blame upon himself! Is there a term for this strange disease the boy seems to have that makes him always play the martyr? Martyritus, perhaps?

What, you thought I didn't have a shrine?*g*

All that pot--er, plot!

Any time's a good time to be contemplating molesting one's roommate.

You managed to create someone who's an even bigger dork than Clark. How do you do it?!

I don't have any celery salt in the spice cupboard. Now, I must go and buy some.

Who knew that celery salt could be so freaking sexy? Then again, it's the Clex, they make tar sexy.

Once again, coffee saves the day.

I'm so nervous for Clark, *I* have to pee.

You are pure evil dressed as innocent celery salt.

Clark is the most BRILLIANT STUPENDOUSLY WONDERFUL GENIUS LOVING HUSBAND FLANNEL WEARING PERSON ALIVE!!!!!

Clark played with dolls! I can so see it!! Hee hee!! He'd be all confused and asking his mom "how come Ken's underwear are moulded on?"

Wow, a mature confrontation between the Kents! It is possible!

You are such a manipulative writer! Are you sure you didn't ghost-write Pay It Forward?

Over-the-top done dry. With a bouquet of flirtation.

The mention of AI ... Which in my world, does not mean artificial intelligence.

C'mon, Lex, aren't you going to flay him with a suitable barb along the lines of, "Dad, it is considered rather gauche, not to mention somewhat incestuous, to actually invade your married son's honeymoon lair."

Yeh, Lex, that "fax" you had to go get was probably pretty sticky, huh

I was buying Lemon Pepper the other day, saw Celery Salt and had to get it.

If you had had Lex telling him to "jooje" his sleeves, I might have died right then and there.

Kaopectate is the FUNNEST word to say!!

I'm wondering if the crayon eating was a Kryptonian thing. He did pick a crayon in one of his signature colors, after all!

*smokes virtual cigarrette*

I can no longer think and my fingers feel huge.

Well, Katy ... I consider myself your friend. And as your friend it is important to me that I'm honest with you. After all, a relationship built on secrets and lies is doomed to fail. I hope you appreciate that it is difficult for me to say this ... Okay. Here goes ...This whole music thing you are doing with your life - a waste of time. It has become clear to me in this post that your true skills lie elsewhere. In porn, for example. I suggest you quit your program post-haste and get a job at a sex-toy shop, where they will be happy to let you write boy-on-boy porn in whatever spare time you have not dusting off the dildos and leather paddles. If you really must continue to obsess with music, I'm sure they'd let you bring in some CDs to give the shop a little je ne sais quoi. Class, perhaps. People shopping for new toys would appreciate the culture of an opera playing over the sound system ... Please give it some thought.

Pointy needle, meet Bubble of Joy!

Reading those last few lines, I totally Ooooh!'d in manner of Women's Network-watching-stay-at-home-mom.

Thank you Clark, for riding the clue elevator.

Rollercoasters have nothing on you.

OH MY GOD LEX WAS FLANNEL FONDLING A SUBSTITUTE CLARK BAR AT THE VERY BEGINNING...

There once was a man from Kansas
Instead of a heart he had asses
No one could say that they loved him
Until they were rid of him
While they hoped to god the death lasted.

Holy bedsheets, Batman, now that's what I call hot ;)

You write the complex jumble that is emotions really well. Well, at least your writing strikes me as really true. Don't think this means you ought to abandon your career as a porn writer, though. 'Cause as good as your emotional scenes and your plot are, your porn is better. If you are still worried about your parents' reaction, you can make it sound look classier by adding an "e" to the end. Like this: "Mom. Dad. I've decided my destiny lies in writing porne while working at a sexe toye shoppe."

I'm having Pete's babies.

*points* And there we have the woobie in his natural habitat.

Lex Luthor is an emotionally crippled BASTARD!!!!!!!!!!

Does anyone else *really* want to know what Jonathan thought Sorority Boys was?

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