“The Loot!”
So, I have a newfound respect for Superman. No, don’t worry; I still kinda think he’s a douchebag as a hero, but there is something I’ve come to admire about him. You see, we’re led to believe that Superman, unlike Batman, wears his suit at all times under his clothes.
Well, yesterday, I ran out of undershirts, but being the little preppy momma’s boy that I am, I simply COULDN’T leave home undershirted (hehe, get it?). So, I decided to use the next best thing: Under Armour. Yup, not only is it compatible, but you also get that compression action (which comes in handy when you’ve gained 10 stress-related pounds in the past month!).
Yup, I thought I was a frickin’ genius. I had beat the system. And then Hour 5 rolled around, and I wanted to kill myself. Kids, spandex is not your friend. Especially when it’s under other layers of clothes. I wanted to run into a bathroom and strip down simply to let my skin breathe. But I didn’t think i could get away with it without A) looking like a fool and B) exposing my secret identity.
So, his woman sucks, his city sucks, and his hometown sucks, but as far as his ability to withstand the 24 hr pressures of spandex, well, Supes gets an “A” in my book.
