I had a dream about you. I was a giraffe and you were a stripper using my neck as a pole. We made a great team sort of like the 1987 Cincinnati Reds minus the Pete Rose cheating scandal. Well baseball called it cheating but I call it enterprising.
I had a dream about you. My pee was cloudy and I brought an umbrella to the urinal. You were the Coach of the Mens Room and you were giving me advice on how to be a better weatherman. But I didnt listen because I was the arrogant five-time MVP.
I had a dream about you. You were a hummingbird feeder and you made my heart flutter as fast as hummingbird wings. When you dried up I didnt know what else to do but eat a bucket of fried chicken and watch people in a factory going nowhere in life make elevator buttons for people going places.
Nay in many cases open denials of prayer prove the most excellent answers and Gods not hearing us is the most signal audience. Therefore at the foot of every prayer subscribe thy will be done and thou shalt enjoy preventing mercies that thou never soughtest and converting mercies to change all for the best resting confident in this that having asked according to his will he heareth thee.