The man in the bright green 80s strapless

The man in the bright green 80s strapless tube dress and torn fishnets winked a heavily made-up eye at me, then, twirling around the lamppost, stuck his ample behind sheathed in

"Jerry!" I hollered,"I've asked you time and time again to stop wearing my stuff!" My husband fingered the ripped fishnets guiltily."Just get your own frocks and lipstick!" I added

as I continued to clear space in my wardrobe for 30 ball gowns I had just purchased online. My husband Jerry had built an extension to my wardrobe last year but I filled the extra

perfectly capable of displaying three heads, and four under optimal circumstances. I had trained at the foremost circus in the world, after all! Jerry would have been proud had he

had trained me for this strange job. Now, this circus I was talking about displayed more absurd and nearly impossible things to mankind. This Jerry guy taught me all I needed to kn

ow to mesmerize audiences, enchanting them with spectacular circus entertainment, the likes of which has never been witnessed before. I was soon promoted to Ringmaster. Now I could

resume my childhood agenda of becoming a supervillain, using the circus as a front operation.

I had to jump thru so many hoops, and I was tired of working for peanuts! That night, I was shot from the cannon wearing my supervillian outfit, and I landed in the lap of

destiny. Seeing me zoom by in my villainous speedo of despair was enough to make all those who'd dare take advantage of me tremble and submit. I spent the rest of my days as king.