“Red wine? No thanks. White for me. I only drink white. You might say I’m a white supremacist.”
“The Elongated Man’s wife got raped at the Justice League of America’s orbiting satellite fortress? Man, a woman just can’t spacewalk alone after dark anymore.”
“With this heat, I smell like I’ve been smuggling Whopper Juniors in my armpits.”

File under: “Things I said but am unconvinced I shouldn’t have.”
A couple of years ago, I was at a party thrown by a friend whose housemate Doug used to be a nurse. In the later, quieter hours, Doug was telling a story to an audience of drama-school kids about this woman who had had a [...]