Born with nine fingers and eleven toes, Peter Poorman had been the
object of scorn and ridicule all his life.  But thanks to his
indomitable spirit and will to survive, he drew strength from these
trials that might have crushed a lesser man.  Peter vowed to devote his
life to championing and protecting the weak, the downtrodden, the
malformed, the eccentric people of this world.  To this end he donned a
yellow skin-tight costume boldly emblazoned on the chest with the
bright red numeral "1", and called himself

(drum roll)

                                ODDMAN!

(applause)

Unfortunately, at the beginning of his very first adventure he slipped
on a banana peel, fell into the street, and got run over by a truck.
In other words, he was

                              ODDMAN OUT!

(curtain)

8 responses total.

ROTFL!

Aaaggghh!  I didn't see it coming.

Of course Oddman probably didn't either!

Now I've seen everything.

No, you haven't

ROTCCOL
(rolling on the ceiling crying out loud)

ROATFCWWCAHCSSAWDWMMMAAMOAP
(rolling across the floor covered with whipped cream
a hot caramel syrup singing and whistling dixiy while 
my mother makes an allegorical metaphor of a pie)

ROOLIIUYTHHGJYTGDFGHNVGGHGHFDGHFDDFFGFDFGFDDFEDGFDGFFGFG!
(Rolling on the wall covered with the remains of my deceased uncle Edna while
being hounded by Bionic Mutant Ninja  Axe murderers and Narcotic-abusing Tar
covered Leperetic Cans of cheese whiz.) (Hah! I knew I could outdo you!)

Except that the abbreviation is wrong.  

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