Once upon a time, there was a lovely man. This man went by the name "Tiffany." Tiffany loved to go to the beach, so he opened his fridge to find a fantastic drink. This drink was named "The beach." The beach tasted just like that one blueberry kool-aid everyone hates; Tiffany didn't care, though. He loved this blueberry kool-aid, even though everyone else hated it. Upon drinking this kool-aid, Nicki Minaj came out of his closet. I know it's shocking that Tiffany could fit Nicki Minaj in his very petite closet. Somehow though, he managed to hold her in there. This wasn't kidnapping; obviously, Nicki Minaj was willingly in his closet for whatever reason. She popped out into his kitchen, staring at him and his refrigerator with rage. It was as if her eyes were glowing red; she was so angry. Her only words were, "Let's go to the beach beach," before she walked upstairs and never came out of the closet again.