I had a dream about you. The sky looked threatening and hail the size shape and color of boxing gloves started pounding us in the face. Luckily my mustache looked like Chuck Norris and you were able to take shelter under my nose.

I had a dream about you. You were using a shovel as it was intended to be used and I asked you what you were doing. You replied Digging a six-foot hole. I said Ah are you digging a grave for our love And you replied No Im digging a grave for you. It was at this point that I unsheathed Chuck Norris right arm and sliced you with a karate chop.