Get the Point?

Corny headline I admit, but sometimes I just can’t resist. Shown here are seven syringes that Karla has had the pleasure of poking into my tender loving butt once a week every Saturday morning. I don’t know how long this process will go on, but I’m guessing that it’ll be done when I am once again faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, and able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.

You know—like in the old days.