She had two lips like strawberries and the seeds gave her kisses texture. I preferred kissing her over two scoops of vanilla ice cream.

I had a dream about you. I was a melted ice-cream repairman and you had a microwave for a head. You made fun of my trade so I made you eat tinfoil until your head exploded.

I had a dream about you painting the scene of a house fire. The clocks were melting and Salvador Dali was riding around in a clown car muttering something about irony.