conversation:

You: Hey

Me: how is it going

You: I've been pretty good. do you still have that violin

Me: yes

You: remember

Me: yes

remember? this one time a boy, we'll call him MOTHBALLS sat on a prized instrument. Call me NIMROD. NIMROD(that's me) got upset but it was okay; metal wire was still intact. I took the G string and a crafted a pair of braces, only i couldn't glue them to MOTHBALLS teeth. Also this made MOTHBALLS angry and he tried to snap one of my fingers off but he missed and instead we are kissing. The strings are in my back pocket right out of sight. This is the hymn of you and me. It sounds like fingernails on chalkboard. this is the story of a boy named MOTHBALLS and a girl named NIMROD.