Facial hair. Wonder Woman. L.A. Bondage.

There are so few of my superhero buddies that truly appreciate a good layer of beard.

So I finally got to make some time with my cher Wonder Woman. I'm hooking up with her last week for a little pow-wow and the first thing that she notices is the beard. I think she was a little thrown back, but she's seen me with the 'stuble for a while now and if she had half a brain she would have figured that a full tilt beard-a-brewski was coming. It's damn cold and these things help keep the face that sells warm.

She picks me up in the invisible jet and, after the beard shock settles in, decides that we're going to shoot over to the West Coast for a little L.A. sunshine. No problem here as it's been cold as all hell and I needed a break.

Im not telling what the lassoo was used for, needless to say Im going to be walkin funny for a week.