If there is a place that I dream of, I will

If there is a place that I dream of, I will sing

80's rap tunes, take my shirt off, and dance like a ground bloom flower on the fourth of July. If there is a place that I dream of, I will drink

pina coladas while lounging on the beach at sunset. A shirtless Channing Tatum massages my feet while warm ocean breeze caresses my skin. At my dream place, I can hear

the wind smack into Channing Tatum's massive neck & finding no place to go, saw past his neck tendons making them sing strangely. His neck song is melancholy & I cry into my cockta

il napkin because I'm suave. I dab the corners of my mouth with I nibble my Gordon's fish sticks. Channing Tatum's beefy head lacks all the proper support. She knows this.

She's got it memorized down to the last syllable. With perfect rhythm and the most delicate of nuances, she can deliver it anywhere, anytime, for anybody.

He walked her to the nearest house, rang the doorbell, and hid in the bushes. As the door opened, she began to recite from memory while slowly unbuttoning her silk blouse, "Please

open the door!" she count the number of button and began staring at the door

. There were 10^9 combinations to open the door from Purgatory to Paradise. But she had all the time in the world. 0000000001, 0000000002, 0000000003...