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Too Many Female Superheros (heroes?)

Chemically, the world has set up enough danger to mint a new bill.  If we were all heroes, there would have to be more than half women (lesbian shows,  duh!).  That brings me to my thingy:  Would we be able to make up that many female superhero names?  Help me as I try…

SuperWoman

WonderWoman

CatWoman

She-Ra

Murder Mermaid

Endless Menses

Bumpy Torso

Bitchinator

Hillary Clinton

Pink Devil

Scarbie

Rainbow Fright

Ninja Bitch

Perfumaniac

Bride of Damnation

Meat Hooker

June Cleaver!

Sister Sinister

Killy Ripa

Daughter Slaughter

Sister Dark Fang

Shiny Smells Nice Stabber

Hairdo Fire

Electric PMS

G-Spot A-Bomb

Kiss Me Where It Smells Funny ::clarification::

I have received concerned emails from readers.  Females, hopefully… who are aghast at the fact that there may be a part of nakedEric that smells “funny”. 

Here’s the rub (pun intended) – Does something funny (usually) make you smile?  Well, then say it this way as you listen to my hit single ‘Kiss Me Where it Smells Funny” – Think “Kiss Me Where it ‘makes you smile'”

By “funny” I didn’t mean “bad”.  Guys know what I mean.  Silly girls…

-NE

When I Said I’d Die For You, I Didn’t Mean You Could Kill Me…

When I was a kid. There are certain temporal tidbits that are designed to induce boredom and other unpleasantries amongst those who emote. I emote. The key is to keep the words close to the indicated line of fire by the super-duper title dangling like a male sexual organ over your whole scrot(yum) of an article. It truly does work like that.

Submissions to The Onion don’t work. They do if you’re keen. Are you keen? If so, I will reconsider…

I will read your blog and take off my final shred of clothing. My lizard tail anal prosthesis.

-naked eric

Naked Eric. The story. The misused period. The use of the word “the”.

This is a blank page.  If you take away all of the words, it really looks blank.  I only say this because I feel guilty about wasting paper scribbling scrabbles on it.  I want to tell you about this page and its purpose.  The cool part about this goal is that it truly has no purpose.  I only seek to drizzle some smiles over this world that has come to resemble a poop crepe.  If I had a band or a clothing line I would call it “poop crepe”.  ::sidenote – my dog just farted and it smells really bad.  Poor dog.  Where’s my lighter?::  Poop crepe because (insert end of sentence here).

Naked Eric is me, just me.  It’s the name my parents gave me when they made me.  Naked is being used in a way that implies lacking shrouds of any type.  Your shroud is the pretty face genetics ripped into your flesh.  Mine disappeared the day I almost died in a car accident in New Jersey.  I couldn’t find it so I run naked like a retard child through this semi-adult life without the ability, capacity, or desire to hide truth from others and, in turn, the world itself.  Hence, “Naked Eric”.  I like diddling by myself with words and hummy tunes.  I think that it must be fun to be  writer.  Professionally it must be so very, oh so very super-duper!  I would like people to get a kick or a nut scrump from what I think about enough to drive several fingers into the requisite keys representing its component letters in order to make it appear on my screen until I CLICK “submit” and the thought went from my noggin to your noggin via several strange steps that merit better description than a wretched run-on sentence and words like wretched and redundancy and self loathing and verbal Fibonnaci sequencing and big words used just to sound smart, not to convey anything valuable or meritorious to be absorbed by the text block as a whole and munched by your comprehension.  The joy (or “yoy” in Espanish) of writing is that i can push a button with a letter on it and it pops up on my screen.  I just keep doing that.  It’s my only tip for aspiring writers.  Aspire, teddy.  It is a silly oopsie nomenclature when we find ourselves engaged in the same wondertastic convo in New York City with the proximate yuppie actor wannabe.  The yup says he is an aspiring actor.  It is not okay to call yourself a verb.  I think many people are aspiring.  Imagine:  Hey, I’m an aspiring Administrative Assistant.  She want to move up in the company, so in that case I guess it is more like an adjective.  Are YOU like an adjective?  See, one truly can’t say that they’re an aspiring anything.  I believe this because there is no contrasting voice.  Is there a non-aspiring actor?  Okay, one who “makes it” is a professional actor.  Others below them are amateur or “aspiring”.  Wait!  There it is.  Say you’re an amateur actor.  I fixed your problem with verbage you punk lily  so keep aspiring.  I have an amateur blog to desecrate!

I am in love with your pets and home they come over to visit.  I live in Jersey.  I am Eric.  This is my Naked Blog….

E