"Shirley, you can't be serious" he told Shirley.

"Shirley, you can't be serious" he told Shirley. "I am serious, but..." Shirley paused. "I got nothing." He laughed and kissed her full on the mouth. She grabbed the riding crop

and then Kareem Abdul Jabar snatched it back. He was wearing his Laker uniform. The pilot said, "Timmy have you ever seen a grown man naked?" And then the cabin door opened and

he..." Jim interrupted and said, "Are you going to tell us the whole movie? Is there a punch line in here somewhere?" Taking a deep breath, Moral End started again. "OK, there's

only one way to settle this pick a movie I haven't seen and you can ruin the plot for me. What movie? How about Matrix? Oh Great! You pick a movie that doesn't have a plot and

stars a block of driftwood that may or may not have a mild case of Down's Syndrome. Why don't you just slap me across the face with a scalding hot plate of huevos ranchero or

anything else, satisfying my obscure fetish of masochism?" "You are my brother", she replied "I could never do that! Besides, could you please take off those irritating chains?"

"Only if you scratch my buttocks in the process!" he replied with a snicker. She decided she must find an alternative way to escape her brother's sexual prison.

"I mean, have you even discussed this with the zoning commission? They weren't happy about letting you build the ice cream store here, let alone you turning it into a sex camp for

middle-aged underachievers." Mr Softee hung his beautiful foam rubber head in a crude semblance of shame. "I only wanted to

live up to my father's legacy of wearing a costume and prancing about, tho I think I may have internalized it as a sexual fetish." He walked dejectedly to the furry con, and died.