It’s a dead cock.
Bummed that the shady check cashing spot refused his kryptonite-for-cash offer, Superman takes a moment to recalibrate, hopes buoyed only by the thought of all the children in Venezuela named after him.
Usually I’m wholeheartedly against pets wearing outfits, but this was just too ridiculous. Fantastic retro color scheme for the vest (with strikingly strategic peace patch placement), augmented by a similarly-pigmented bone shirt worn underneath? And his fur matches too?
Probably the only time I’ve ever been jealous of a dog’s ensemble. If anyone can recreate this outfit in human clothes, I will gladly wear it out to Mission Mission’s office hours (usually Wednesdays at Bender’s) for all to see. I don’t even care that there aren’t any pants.
If you have any extra towels laying around, please bring them to SFACC (1200 15th Street at Harrison). They’re open from 11 am to 6 pm everyday, and until 7 pm on Wednesdays (that’s TODAY!). They don’t care if the towels are frayed or stained, as long as they’re clean!