Another shot of Warren in his underwear. Iāve had to look at his briefed up butt cheeks so many times in these early issues of X-Factor that Iām starting to feel a little bit emasculated. Like, am I even wearing the right kind of sexy underwear? Has that been my problem with the ladies all these years? God damn these thighs of mine. Too many bottles of butterscotch schnapps poured over too many bowls of cocoa puffs. Serves me right. How can I even compete with guys like Warren? With his curly golden locks and curvaceous designer underwear. Iām going to go lock myself in the closet and pick on this shaving scab on my neck until I hit an artery and DIE. These are serious god damn problems and no one understands what Iām going through. Oh yeah and Warren got his wings chopped off blah blah blah. (X-Factor #15 ā Apr 1987)















