I’ve often thought about being Wolverine for Halloween. My mutton chops often match. But thank God I don’t have a receding hairline. I would look just like this guy, who was so excited to see “X-Men Origins: Wolverine,” he decided to join the team:
“What if I went as Wolverine?”
I already had the sideburns. My wife looked at my thick, curly facial hair, skeptically.
“Is Wolverine Jewish?” she asked.
“No, he’s Canadian.”
Why did I marry a cheerleader instead of a nerd?
“Okay, Jewish Wolverine,” I said, liking it. “Jew-verine.” Loving it.