"Don't make me make you fall in love with

"Don't make me make you fall in love with someone like me" she just didn't understand
It had only been their second date,
yet they both already predicted one another's future restraining orders. How romantic! They had spent the entire night after their second date stalking, sending death threats to
each other. She pinned a note hinting at castration to his door with an axe. She found him skulking in her back yard with rope, duct tape and a knife. "How about Dinner Friday?"
"Didn't you get my note saying I'd castrate you?" she screeched. "Was that what you said? To be honest, Ambika, it's hard to tell what you mean sometimes & spellcheck was invented
to tern a parfait lee gibber sentience into a discombifurcated somnolence. Actuator I've triaged toe tern offal they spoil shucksters butt aft reeding Ambika's fyords I desiccated
de fjord ev'r moor than bifur. Hayerd to beleaf is pus bubble. Mayhap snot a gerd idear to feed trulls bot I twerked hard four hours teal I cooed knot take Annie Moore.
Allis hayerd werk reek choired some rest, so aye sate upon me cuch an put me peds upon the coif table. My years haired a knock o' the dour. "COMMON IN!" I shatted, "SNOT LOCHED!"
And so there "Eye" remained, aloft in the attic. Still as a woodpecker's nose at the end of the branch. Buttered waffles remained static as their clandestine atmospheres of goo-sha
-mein-kampf. And there they remain to this day, waiting...waiting...waiting.

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