Just had the time of my life controlling this pickup basketball game with my giant hand.
Wish I could join them in sport. But my giant toes would crush them faster than a runaway wooden carriage-wagon speeding down an iced San Franciscan hill.
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I’m fixated on the bent steel antenna that sprouted out of the side of your head.
I know, right. Not every day you see a woman with steel coming out of her head. I get great reception on sporting games radio stations.
Your Martian attribute (I use the singular suspecting you might only have one antennae) bring to mind Uncle Martin from “My Favorite Martian”. Are you guys related?
http://www.tv.com/shows/my-favorite-martian/