Fondue
this is our safe place to cook stew on the fondue and talk about friends behind their back, it’s not about what “is” or what “isn’t” it’s about “he should” and “she shouldn’t” small conversation is my frustration it’s like killing an innocent Lion grazing, confined in isolation, too exhausted to mount an attack, it’s like fishing in an aquarium with 10 thousand Bass they’re far too easy catch, so much can be said without even opening your mouth we try to find a middle ground but we’re clearly heading south, verbal avalanches topple on to our togues you and your type no fun no fun no fun
