Between my waking every hour on the hour last night I managed to have a couple of dreams. One of them featured me as the Incredible Hulk. "That had to be awesome!" you are probably thinking, but no. Instead of smashing trucks, throwing tanks, and fighting supervillians like Rhino and Abomination, I spent my Hulked-out time looking for pants that would fit. I even tried on a hoodie... While I was the Hulk. Proof that even when at my coolest, I"m still a lame-O.
As Doctor Octopus said in The Revenge Of The Sinister Six, "I think I liked you better as the thick-witted clod that ran around the Midwest in torn trousers yelling 'Hulk will smash."
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