estoy en la oficina mirando el computador,

estoy en la oficina mirando el computador, derrepente Spam, ....me gane un viaje al interior de mi mente

la mente estaba oscura, pero tenía inteligencia para prenderla. Mi luz me iluminó y todo comenzó a brillar.

Yo estaba atrapado en una especie de caja de plástico y alguien le hacía cosquillas en mis llaves. Miré por la caja con mi mirada y vio a una persona tirando de la cola.

Y que?

Well, you see I was trying to find this little missionary built during the 1600s. So if you can just point to it on my map, I'll be on my way. Water? Hey thanks.

The mullah pointed out the proper missionary position and made me all wet in the process. Get your minds out of the gutter, it's not what you think!

The proper missionary position was actually sitting at the foot of the waterslide. I guess Id been doing it wrong all these years. It's cold, and I'm soaking on the slide, when the

monk slid over closer to me and whispered "I will show you the proper way to call to God and feel his love." I shrugged, and said, "okay dokey, where do we start?" We walked

across the street to the church yard. I wasn't quite sure what he had planned for me, but the Gregorian chanting was getting louder the farther we walked. The darkness

inside of me had to cut loose... Footloose that is. I kicked off my Sunday shoes and started dancing across the street from the church. These dance moves are sure to