I was out pile-driving stegosauruses for an extreme workout when I heard a scream from somewhere out in the former downtown area. I say “former” because dinosaurs destroyed it after I accidently changed the future.
Anyway, I jumped in my souped-up 1973 Dodge Charger and put pedal to the metal. I found a hot chick being attacked by a pack of velociraptors. I took them out. How? By being awesome.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Carl Awesome: Dinosaur Hunter,” I said.
“How appropriate.”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Amy Girlfriend.”
“How appropriate.”
And that’s how I got a girlfriend. Awesome out.

