I woke up one morning, and turned my legs to the left to reach the floor. I was now sitting in the upright position, and with my right hand I massaged my temples as to tell my vessel, "wake the **** up." My lips then widely opened, and my arms began to outstretch as though I were grabbing for two moths flying in seperate directions. Yea, this was just a yawn and a stretch.
I moon-walked to my refrigerator, letting off two "heeee, heee"'s along the way. "Oww!"(crotch grab). I looked inside of mini-Antarctica and felt utterly depressed upon realizing there was no milk for my protein shake. I then had to decide: a short walk to the corner store, or slit my own throat in the bathtub and die. I chose the former, and began down the stairs. At the twelfth step of fifteen, I realized I was still in my boxers and a tee-shirt that read "The Man," with an arrow up, and "The Legend," with an arrow down. I turned back up the stairs, a slight trip on the 7th, and put some coverage over mah bawwz! (my balls).
As I approached the store, there was a small fart-noise coming out of the drainage-cap on the corner. As I approached it, I saw two green fingers. It had the eyes and what-not of a human, but it was a Turtle! It spoke English, I was ******* shocked! It asked for pizza, but I insisted it was only 8:17 AM, Eastern Standard.
It asked me for a back massage, and strangely enough I still had morning wood. Nothing gets rid of Superman's morning wood short of a Mutant letting me bust on their soft chin, and so I climbed down into the sewer system. It was wild, I still felt kinda goofy talking to a Turtle, it happened to be a Ninja also. I began rubbing on its shell, and my Cadillac accidentally fell into the Garage. The Turtle let out a "whoooops!" as it stood slightly upright in surprise. I nutted instantly, stamina of a middle-school virgin.
Then, little fairies began flying out of Ninja Turtle's butt-hole, circling it and singing. With a few sprinkles of fairy-dust, the figure changed from a Turtle to a gorgeous blonde, about 5' 6" weighting 135 pounds with small D's.
Superman was in Love, and so he amputatel his pinky-toe figuring he didn't need one, gnawed off the flesh and blood, and bent it into an engagement Ring.
The rest is just a given, no?