I asked myself once, “B-Dawg, just what is heaven?” Is it a fluffy world of snow-white clouds and talking puppies that scamper around candy cane street lights (although the sun never sets) down to the chocolate rivers to chase fudge fish, all why I watch munching mint chocolate chip tortilla chips? That would be nice, but that’s not it.
Or is it simply a world free of hate, prejudice, and violence, where blossoming friendships, mutual respect amongst all people and a shared interest in improving humanity propel the human race into a glorious, golden future? No, that’s not quite it either.
The answer that slowly rose to the top of my answer pile was simple: heaven is the miraculous marriage of of my two main passions in life: furniture and rap music.
Ladies and Gentlemen, quiet please, I’ve found heaven:
If this guy isn’t God, I don’t know who or what is.
