Sally was in a wheelchair, and one day she decided: "You know what? FUCK ramps."
It'll work, it's based on my nightmares.
If you can think of a better way to become a supervillain, I'm all ears.
We're gonna need a bigger swatter.
"OK, it's ready. Let's go save the balloon boy."
FAKE! It doesn't have enough legs. Also, it's made of metal.
I DON'T CARE IF IT'S BAD FOR THE ENVIRONMENT! I WANT ONE!
It's not quite a magic carpet ride, but it did get him laid.
He was looking for a nympho, she was into nymphs, together they coined a whole new science, intimacy entomology.
Where is this desert with all this crazy shit going on?
Clearly, they are also attracted to shit.
"I can't believe it. I spend four hour on my hair for prom, and he picks me up in the goddam dragonfly."
Maverick's ego had been writing checks his body couldn't write once too often.