No. It isn't wonderwoman. That would probably go with Superman. No. It's something I made up at a lunch table in ninth grade, and now I get to let it be known: Wedgie Woman! That image above will appear on the front of my shirt, and on the back it will say:
Wedgie Woman
Enemy to sagging pants, butt cracks, and other obsceneties of that nature.
Defender of Modesty.
Full of Fury.
Fear her wrath.
Now that I know who I'm going to be...who is my friend going to be? Captain Underpants? I think not...and my brainstorming is failing to help me.
3 comments:
Why not Captain Underpants?
Oh... right.
Is your date a good sport?
That's what I was going to say. Why not Captain Underpants?
Master Melvin
or something.
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