Misty's Shorts Were Too High

I went through puberty at the time that Pokemon was on TV.  Which was pretty wierd.  Cause as much as I wanted to have a Lugia to fly on and carry pokeballs on my waist and quit school and travel and wear my hat backward (my mom didn't let me); I also wanted Brock to fuck Misty senseless.  It was all very confusing for me, because sometimes I could picture Machamp as just be a fighting pokemon easily taken care of by a grass type, and sometimes I would picture Machamp smiling at me as his balls rhythmically collided with a hot gym leader's pubic mound.