I had a dream about you. You had no skin or muscle on your face and to try to conceal your bare skull you liberally applied lipstick and makeup. Your birthday was coming up and I knew you were probably sensitive about parties that emphasize the aging process so I decided to box up your gift in a coffin and wrap it with black wrapping paper. I got you the best gift ever tooa hooker who happened to be dead because that enabled me to procure a sizeable discount.