“God’s last name is NOT ‘dammit’!”
I’m beginning to realize that I’d be the worst superhero ever. No, not because of my lack of powers or physique. Rather, my downfall would be my particular weakness: titties.
I swear, you could rob Fort Knox, kill the Pope or destroy the moon; you show me some nipple and I’m probably gonna let you go. No, I guarantee I’m going to let you go.
And I’m not saying that you have to have huge, pornotastic jugs. I even like little gymnast breasts. The point is that any and all chestage is gonna get you off the hook. And that’s simply NOT “heroic”. Not to mention the fact that I’d probably be slapped with a discrimination suit for only arresting and beating up men.
I mean, I’d be the only hero who couldn’t go near Mardi Gras. Or European art museums. Or libraries with particular issues of National Geographic….
