I’m normally not a praying man, but if you’re up there, please save me, Superman. You don’t win friends with salad. Thank you, steal again. Fire can be our friend; whether it’s toasting marshmallows or raining down on Charlie. Ahoy hoy? Please do not offer my god a peanut. Rosebud Bart, with $10,000 we’d be … Continue reading Radioactive Man