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

forehead my husband Jerry had with bullets. We were going to the party, I was supposed to be MRs. Double Head, once again, but this time I was going to show them. I was

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