What happened to the helping hand? It’s a fist now, but the expression of Atlas the Shame-Killer remains the same.

Which body are you? Limp? Bony? Neutered? Hungover? Blob o’guts? Theater homo? Religiously conflicted? Charles can help? Check the box! Note: saying “here’s the kind of body I want” does not mean they will mail you one COD, in a crate, with air holes. The Mexican government shut that racket down. Just when you think you’ve paid off everyone, too. Crooks.

For criminey's sake, look at the wings on W.D, N.Y. - a stiff breeze would carry this guy fourteen blocks