I had a dream about you. You looked like Hulk Hogans nose and your legs looked like his mustache. I admired them and wondered how many squats you could do. Your mustache could probably run a marathon while my mustache looks like a ghost.

I had a dream about you last night. You set a timer on in the bathroom to prove how long it takes me to get ready. So I shaved your legs made up your face and gave you lashes. An hour later you thanked God for not making you a woman.