You’ll love this I know you like words. While reading I read siliceous sinter.

   Good thing I was listening to you not just hearing your words

What?  Why would you say that?

Otherwise it woud have sounded like you were dissin my sister

                                                                  Antha woudnt stand no matter who you are

No one disses a mans womanfolk not Mammas babushka coicias not sisters or cousins Theyre off limits

What the hell are you talking about?

You said sinter

                 Sounded like sister

But I sai . .

. . I was listening

                    Siliceous sounded like salacious

You need to enunciate better donbe lazy when yare talkin to me

But you understood what I said.

   I did No matter  I coud easily have mistaken your words for salacious sinter sister sinner chert chippie riffin which  on a lighted marque   woud be a great name for a stripper

How the hell you can go from geology to sex . .

. . Rocks  Capeesh   You said not me

                                         Be grateful I listen when you talk

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1031,  Sunday,  5  5. 24