A
good friend once told me that everybody has a superpower. As I have never taken classes at the Xavier Mansion, retreated to a Fortress of Solitude nor slung webs in New York City, I was hesitant to believe him. Recent events, however, have stirred within me the desire to construct a costume and secret identity for myself.
Quite simply, I have the power to cause people near me to make out with each other.
Before you all start commenting on how f-in' awesome that is, consider the following shortcomings of this gift.
- It has not influenced others to lock lips with me.
- It causes my bar patrons to wear out their welcome as they fondle each other well past last call.
- It has not yet been successful in influencing girl-on-girl action.
I simply must learn to control this power. Only by harnessing my
raw sexual energy can I ever hope to
save the cheerleader . . . and also the world.
1 comment:
Dude....Quit complaining!
...You have a Superpower to perfect.
Now get busy and perfect those powers , so the next time that I hang out with you I can watch others make out around me as an "extra entertainment".
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