After you approached me with “Are you THE monsoux?”, I did not see the “I don’t dig you, you’re like naive painting, it just doesn’t make sense to me” part coming. Now I do see it.
Somebody brought me a snake fat soap. I had to literally scratch off the word snake before I could use it, but here we are. I had no idea that existed. Snake fat, not soap, duh. I was under the deeply wrong idea that snakes are these thin slick creatures. Apparently not. I am expanding my horizons everyday, conquering the world one phobia after another.
So you brought me mango chocolate called “Single”, and still I didn’t get the message?!
Now that I am, I ate it. It was delicious.