I am scared of Supergirl now. I will go hide under my lead-lined bed and hope she and her creepy Keene eyes can't spot me. Or maybe that her slim-jim-sized waist will snap in half and she won't be able to come get me.
Even the action figure of Supergirl creeps me out:
I am so scared of Supergirl.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQenrY-T9_-EUVG2XBTW-ZiSnvw_V3JFU-8tiFlhrdgKCUBaE56ekbiILucymY9gA-xa4zdGy_z1Njojw78Z-YnlUiN4PIRRurK7GzqoEg3B-PmXl2RJaS1ZaVKVCEHP-m-WVr2xjqailLu1jlzylysiBGc3sVXLXNMFDzAURyrHhKBfcqyO4/s1600/button-libertybellmarch.jpg" "It's...")
3 comments:
THAT is creepy.
Creepy? Or sex-y? Eh? Eh?
Mmm, I've thought about it s'more, Spencer. Creepy.
I'm sorry, but that lower torso just ain't normal.
On the other hand, I am just a little stuffed bull. Your mileage may vary.
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