steveharvey
Imagine it
You're 12 years old
You are sleeping happily in the brand-new steve Harvey bed sheets you got for Christmas
You hear your door slowly creak open as your half asleep
You think it's your dad
It's not
It's steve
He is your hero
He slowly crawls in to your bed
He begins to remove your night trousers
He slowly caresses your bum
You feel his voluptuous mustache on the back of your neck
He whispers suddenly in your ear
WELCOME TO FAMILY FUED
he begins to ask you survey questions
You answer the questions
He then uses his mustache as wings and flies out of your room