DO YOU LIKE WAFFLES?!?!?!

DO YOU LIKE WAFFLES?!?!?!

YEAH WE LIKE WAFFLES DO YOU LIKE PANCAKES!!!???

I sent questions like this in morse code to the girl who lived across the street. I found out she liked pancakes, the color tangerine, and pythons. She asked what I felt about stew

I answered demurely, depends on the kind of stew. Sometimes its too thick and sometimes it's not thick enough. But then, every once and a while I get this perfect

scoured my brain for another apt religious figure, but came up with none. Instead, I fumbled over my words, trying to tell her

that we should hang out together more often but it came out sounding like I was the second coming and she should prostrate herself before me. Damn my religious dyslexia! She smiled

and nailed me to a cross. Man did that HURT! I tried to tell her to stop but my religious dyslexia mdae me say, "Forgive her father because she knows not what she does..."

Which made sense, since if she knew how much it smarts to have actual NAILS driven through you so you're body's hangin', she wouldn't do it. Plus I'd need a tetanus shot now if you

I had been so impaled myself. But never you mind.