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I can beat up 40 girls with one hand tied behind my back in less than one hour.
They will be begging for mercy and I'll say sorry, I have no idea what that means.
It doesn't matter if they're bald or blackbelts or if they can shoot porcupine quills that can go through steel and I will yawn the whole time.
I can do dishes and without anyone seeing it remove and discard a tampon six times better than any girl ever born now or in the future,
and they should all build me a castle for free and run in with a sandwich whenever I yell, "Sandwich!"
I can beat up moms too,
ice skating crybabies and ladies every day of the week and Saturday and Sunday even if I was sick.
I'm not saying that I did it, but if I wanted to I could.