Jake Morphonius of Kernersville, N.C., pushes his 11-month old son Benjamin near the finish line of the annual Superhero 5K. Jake had hoped the Superman outfit his son was wearing was enough to give him the strength to finish the race, but by the time they hit the downhill on Coxe Avenue, Benjamin had had enough.
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That poor little pink kid is freezing, no wonder he’s not happy! You could have at least given him a Spiderman outfit to keep his head warm.
Fifty-nine degrees is hardly “freezing”. I ran behind these guys for most of the race. The baby only fussed the last minute of the race, just like the article said. Besides, everybody knows that Superman is a lot tougher than Spider-Man.
Raging down the avenues of Midgard, I was joined in battle by a wee hero known among the earthlings as “Superbaby”. Together we swept the land free of evil frost giants – yet our greatest foe was yet to appear. As we passed by a throng of hippies “occupying” a sidewalk in Asheville, a mystical imp which called itself “Brebro” emerged from the crowd, bent over and released a foul gas in our direction. Superbaby burst into tears as the stench wafted before us. I, even the greatest warrior of all, feared I should succumb to the fumes and find an early release into Valhalla. Gritting my teeth and calling once more upon the strength of Mjollnir, I pushed Superbaby through the repugnant mist and together put down our foe. FOR ASGARD!!!
By Heimdal’s nose, thou couldst not have escaped such a fearsome flatus, odinson, had not your kryptonian tyke tricked thy impish foe into returning to his own dimension by typing his name backwards! Orberb shall defeat you yet, thunder god!
By Grabthar’s Hammer, what a waste of 1’s & 0’s.