I am entering a contest to create a new Superheroine for the 21st Centruy. My entry possesses the most enthralling neuroses of two or three women that I know, which I have smashed together in my brain in an attempt to create a magnificent Frankenwoman to entertain the comic book masses. I told my comic store co-worker my idea and he looked me right in the eye, and he said:
"You're not going to win."
A couple days later, I accidentally called him "fat" in a round-about kind of way. I think, karma-wise, we're even.
Hello groupblog, I'm James.
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