Sherri! naming all the different brands of breast implants on display around the pool. Sherri!'s breast are real. That's not her superpower, though. Sherri!'s superpower is that it's impossible to hate her. I know, you're thinking that is not a superpower, but in the case of Sherri!, believe me, it is. Because it's not jsut men who don't hate her. Everyone doesn't hate Sherri! Even I can't hare her, which, if you know any thing about step moms, is really very wrong. We are supposed to hate each other; it's in the natural order of things. And that does not take into account the special circumstances of me vs. Sherri! Which are:
Boobs: C-cups, real, perky
Skin: peach sorbet
Face: couls totally launch a thousan ships. (even rockets)
Figure: she's a body double for Hollywood stars (need I say more)
Height: perfect (5'6" ; 5'9 in heels)
If her hair were a character in a horror movie, it would be: the pretty girl who alway look tidy yet sexy even when runnign for her life from the scary unpredictable murderer
Dream: to invent a line of comfortable, safe, and attravtive seat belts for small dogs
Boobs: nonecistent (like my superpower)
Eyes: grass green (from my irish father)
Skin: where should i start?
Face: could launch, maybe, a science experiment
Height: King Kong
If my hair were a charavter in a horror movie it would be: I'm not sure?
Dream: to have a boyfriend I can look up to. Literally. While wearing my shoe. Oh and to have some one love me (like a boyfriend, e-mail me firstname.lastname@example.org)