My inner child

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a gigantic flying perv! Yes, it’s the inner child Kid Ass Avenger (PSFC). Your inner child runs amuck in the inner streets of your inner Mardis Gras. He, in fact, is the queen of the parade, and by the end of the night, or any night of your life, is always smothered in the finest beads.

He is also a child genius, but uses his powers to bizarre and ambiguous ends. He may give you the power to save the universe from total destruction one day and the next day save you from dipping a french fry in ketchup. Who knows what adventures lie in your unconscious future?

Be wary, though. It’s all part of his master plan to make *you* the super-villian.

The desription on the site is pretty dead on. Take this test for a hoot.

Or you could just take out your junk and rub it against a wet bar of soap. That’s always fun.

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