So while I was on my whirlwind rollercoaster of the last few months, I found myself down south and in mucho demand, of course. My fans are everywhere. I somehow got talked into taking part in a fast-growing spectator sport that's sweeping the bar scene...
Yes, that's right. I am now the Strawberry Jello Wrestling Queen of North America.
And the funny thing is, I didn't even know I could wrestle! Especially since the bikini I picked out for my match was a couple of sizes too small and the damn thing kept sliding off at the worst moments. The judges didn't seem to mind, though, and I kept winning one match after another. At the end of that first night I won a nice plastic trophy and $25 bucks. Plus I got to keep the bikini.
The problem is, I'm apparently allergic to strawberry jello. I mean, REALLY allergic. It gets into nooks and crannies you don't even know you have and tends to rash up pretty badly. Plus it's hell to get out of your hair.
At my next match (which is next month at some convention, I think) I think I'm going to demand grape jello instead. Ooh, or lemon! I look really good in yellow.
And I'm going to wear my lucky bikini! Wish me luck!!!
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