"Fuck Thee, Morpheus. Bitch, I am the One." "Mon,

"Fuck Thee, Morpheus. Bitch, I am the One." "Mon, you be crampin ma styles." "Peace Out!" Now to fly off in my spaceship. But what is that over yonder on the horizon?

It appears to be one of the Fly Girls from In Living Color! Neo flew over to her and poured her some game with his pimpin as a chaser. 9 months later, the Second One was born, who

American dialogue did not require full sentences so in this way the hot dance moves, daisy duke's obsession and inarticulateness actually built-in total financial success

in Alpha Male, the manliest man ever to exist anywhere ever. His testosterone had testosterone. He hated girly artsy-fartsy stuff. He liked women and beer and dispensing violence.

He drank whisky..from the urinary tract of a full-grown grizzly. Every time he read Hemingway he got a massive*couch* headache. Still, he had urges, Beanie Baby urges.

He threw 'For Whom The Bell Tolls' onto the fire and gathered his Beanie Babies into his trembling arms. "Don't ever leave," he whispered, "Every Beanie Babe lost diminishes me

deeply & profoundly." His codependency on his Beanie Babies was pathetic. Terror filled his eyes as he looked down at his beanie brood. But...where was Spot?! Thrown in the FIRE?!?

Snatching Daisy and Hoot out of harm's way, he stepped on Smokey's snout to keep the dragon from causing any more harm, then gently bundled Spot in a damp blanket and headed toward

hell. They figured, well, since the dragons nice heat kept the people warm and cozy, they grabbed all their belongings and made a trip to Hell so it's not drastically cold. ~Fin