It came as a surprise to my Plurk friends that I have never seen X-Men.
I had no idea there was a character called Magneto.
And the dude can throw cars.
As I already have the superpowers of awesome awesomeness, fabulously fabulousing and bug killing deflecto boobies, I guess it would be greedy to want to be able to throw cars as well. But how much would that rock at Safeway to get a park right near the doors. Or out the front of school on a rainy day? I could turn up at like 3.20 and just park where ever the fuck I like.
BAM! There you go bitch, can’t find your brand new Land-cruiser that has never seen a speck of dirt? You need to haul your fat arse 2 streets down. Perhaps work off some of that drive thru that you had for breakfast. And lunch.
And Christmas shopping time? Boo-yah people. Get outta my way biatches, I am parking right out front.
Ya wanna mess with me? You will find your car somewhere that-a-way.
I could take road rage up a level. Or five.
The Pièce de résistance? Fuckknuckle next door riding his kids motorbike up and down and up and down and up and fucking down his backyard, which backs on to where my loungeroom is and disturbing my TV viewing pleasure or the contemplation of my navel? That motorbike will make a nice ornament for his roof.
Huzzah! Take that!
And I would totally rock the cape. But the helmet has got to go. Will totally mess with my hair and limit my shoe choice cause, you know I can’t be wearing cute pink heels with that head gear goin’ on.
So what superpower do you covet?