The League of Melbotis lives in AZ.
I flew through Phoenix’s Sky Harbor about 1:30 p.m. the other Friday.
Damn, it is HOT there. I do mean HOT. Sitting in a tin can on the tarmac while waiting to hit the jetway was an exercise in pretending to be a baked potato.
How is it that he can live there?
He is a super hero. No wonder he has no fear challenging Pepsi’s holiday dreck and Burger King’s latest monsterfood.