Upon emerging from the womb Cale lit up a cigar and declared “Wait’ll they get a load of me,” a line which was subsequently stolen by Tim Burton and used in 1989′s Batman. Cale's later exploits would later be the inspiration for countless Hollywood movies including, but not limited to the following: Schindler's List, The French Connection, Back to the Future I and II (but not III), Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, The Phantom of the Opera, 300, Reservoir Dogs, The Good Son, Jaws, and Pretty in Pink.
At the tender age of three minutes old, Cale was sent back in time to kill Adolf Hitler, whom he pummeled to death with a bag of doorknobs then lit on fire. He roasted some marshmallows on the burning corpse and invented S’mores, only the original S’Mores were made with the blood of Nazis and shoe leather instead of the chocolate and graham crackers we know today. After that, Cale went to study high in the peaks of Mt Fuji where he was trained by an army of ninjas and helped to invent the art of Ass-Kicking.
After he grew bored travelling the world ninjaing, he retired and took up several hobbies to kill some time. He became a pirate for a short while in the South Pacific where his pirating career culminated in stealing the entire continent of Atlantis. He then invented Rock n’Roll with the help of Satan who "owed him one" for saving his ass in the Greco-Persian Wars. Cale was the driving force behind the creation of the band Led Zeppelin and invested all of the money he made as a silent partner into disco record manufacturing. After disco went bust, Cale went on a ten-year fit of rage and drugs during which time he contacted herpes at an orgy at Elton John’s house. He subsequently cured himself of the disease with a blow torch, a rusty nail, and voodoo. He tried to market the cure, but the FDA said it wasn’t cost effective. The patent is still pending.
After he grew bored travelling the world ninjaing, he retired and took up several hobbies to kill some time. He became a pirate for a short while in the South Pacific where his pirating career culminated in stealing the entire continent of Atlantis. He then invented Rock n’Roll with the help of Satan who "owed him one" for saving his ass in the Greco-Persian Wars. Cale was the driving force behind the creation of the band Led Zeppelin and invested all of the money he made as a silent partner into disco record manufacturing. After disco went bust, Cale went on a ten-year fit of rage and drugs during which time he contacted herpes at an orgy at Elton John’s house. He subsequently cured himself of the disease with a blow torch, a rusty nail, and voodoo. He tried to market the cure, but the FDA said it wasn’t cost effective. The patent is still pending.
Cale Morsen currently resides in an active volcano in the Pacific Rim. Every morning for breakfast he has a cup of boiling hot magma, the fetus of an albino rhinoceros, and some pumpkin pie. He currently runs a sperm bank for celebrity pets and has a line of human breast milk ice cream called Milk Cannnonz. He spends his spare time randomly mentioning his dick during everyday conversations, working on his doctoral thesis on how far you can stick a Q-Tip into your ear before you go deaf, designing a perfume for the homeless, bench pressing freight cars, and punching vegetarians in the spine.
Facing the threat of a multi-planar dimensional collapse for a time-travelling mishap in which he became both the father and the son of King Tut, Cale started the Feed the Voices in Your Head blog as a stopgap way to prevent all of existence from imploding in upon itself in a raging hellfire of destruction by periodically injecting doses of Pure Awesomeness directly into the cosmic aether. He will graciously accept your gratitude in the form of cold hard cash or, like Jesus Christ before him, the more universal currency of blow jobs.
Facing the threat of a multi-planar dimensional collapse for a time-travelling mishap in which he became both the father and the son of King Tut, Cale started the Feed the Voices in Your Head blog as a stopgap way to prevent all of existence from imploding in upon itself in a raging hellfire of destruction by periodically injecting doses of Pure Awesomeness directly into the cosmic aether. He will graciously accept your gratitude in the form of cold hard cash or, like Jesus Christ before him, the more universal currency of blow jobs.