Before you get scared, Mr. Fantastic is alive, and restraining-order free. If you can call no internet ‘living’. It’s more like a walking un-death where the dead don’t know they’ve ceased to be, shuffling through life with no pornography, missing the up-to-the-second blather from ESPN ‘personalities’, or the latest gossip about what beautiful person is sleeping with what other beautiful person (the answer is me, with all of the ladies).
Anyway, Mr. Fantastic will return with more Too Close Tuesdays in the future, although we’re considering changing the theme to Thoo Close Thursdays. It’ll be close-ups of people wiping Daffy-Duck style spit off their faces. Any volunteers?