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. 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.