feelin a bit

during part of the shavin today, she said to me "do you think we can melt?"

and i said "Melt? what the fuck, like Indiana Jones style? yeah, i am sure that we melt a bit." and i went back to getting most of the moist hair of of the pilgrim's lower left laig.

"bert no, i mean like a lazy candle will touch it's own flame and perty much dance enugh accros the matter to create another veld and void!"

i looked up and said "come own, get the fuck out, 'veld and void", please."

then she start blertin some shit like "but whatfore it be came id t'was.." 

and a gain i said "get the fuck out. seriously."