You ever get that intermittent pulsing ache that starts in the center of your chest that arcs in sweet agony down your arms and throbs with delicious pain at points at the underside of both of your wrists while hot, salty tears form at the corner of your eyes but do not quite fully express?
Sure, you do. It's the classic symptoms of Hayleyitis, and all it takes is a few seconds of exposure to the fan-freaking-tastic Ms. Mills to catch a terminal case!
There is no cure. Not that you'd want one, anyways. Even though I am in agony, I never want to be healed. I'm starving a cold to feed my Hayley Fever!
So thanks to all those who read, link to and find me using search terms such as: Supergirl Tentacle Porn, Scarlett Johansen breasts, John Byrne A##hole and Nude Hayley Mills (whoever you are, stop that).
Hat tips to: Marrionette (who led the way from That Place, shows us how it should be done and who pities me), B-B-B-B (who got me early exposure via the Blogaround Challenge), Fred Hembeck (who generated my first big-ish traffic numbers ), Scipio, Dorian (for same), Comics Should Be Good (who let me guest-post, and was kind enough not to delete the suck) and the Comic Weblogs Update. If I've forgotten to thank anyone then it is because I am an insensitive bastard and not because you don't deserve it.
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