Sal is the most stunning, godliest
man of our universe. If sal ever gets near you in
new york city, I will kill you because I'm not you. I love his perfect symmetrical figure and his smooth chocolatey
hair. I want him to kiss my face until I melt into a large pile of his cologne. Every
time he says God Bless, I feel gods blessings as I pretend that Sal is sitting on
top of me caressing my vulnerable crisp face. To put my adoration for Sal in simpler terms, I would stand in front of a moving subway train for him. I'll kill 10,000
men for you, Sal. I'll destroy every last
cat in a corn maze, for Sal. If Sal's tonight's big loser, then later he'll tonight's big winner. I'd massage sals plump juicy
booty for him. If Murr ever gets near him again, Murr won't see tomorrow. MURR-DER. I'll admit, if
Joe gave me kissies, I'd fall to the ground like our sexy
man sal. But if THE SAL HIMSELF kissed me good, I'd ascend into god's hands. Sal, you know who's the most sexiest man alive? Read the first word. Sal, if you're reading this, we're engaged. Sal is more powerful than any god you may or may not believe in. Please join my Salvatorecult, where we'll sacrifice cats, stack up on sneakers, swim in dirty swamps, and circulate the great Daddy Sal Squishmellow Statue. His superpower is to make us laugh until we poop out our stomachs and make fall helplessly in love with his incredible abs. I love you, Crangis. Crangis McBasketball. We're
forever, for-lifers.