During our vacation, my sister bought us a card game based on
the Doc Savage stories of old. Never heard of Doc Savage? Allow me to enlighten you.
He's Savage, and he's a Doctor. He goes on massive adventures, and never fear, gentle reader - at some point his shirt will get torn off:
|I could use both hands to saw off its tentacle but then you wouldn't be able to admire the guns|
And this started my love affair with old pulp magazines. Why do I love them so? Because anything - anything - can happen in them.
Women will embrace large feathers, for no reason:
|Just sign on the dotted line|
At any given moment a large green head might come along:
|Barbie Doll THIS, pal|
Science is always creepy:
So are scientists:
|Noooo... my new scientist-ish coat...|
Ride in a SUV? Not when there are tigers to be had my friend:
Some women are bad ass:
|Oh no you didn't just try to borrow my hair clip Froggie|
And others wind up in a large green hand:
Did I mention anything can happen?
|Wouldn't have happened if you had bought the hand sanitizer at Costco like I told you, Vance.|