Full Frontal Nerdity

Last night I wanted to take a sautering iron to my shoulder. I'm not sure how well that would've gone, seeing as I'm not well-practiced in the art of sawing arms off. Let alone my own. Whenever I have body parts that are hurting me, my instict always seems to be to chop them off.

If I was a superhero, I'd probably be called "The giant sparkly sequin of doom" or possibly "Quotes movies incessantly girl." Who would you be?