shit

Damn, mama, I'm sorry that there is nothing but shit between us.  I'm sorry that every time we see each other, nothing but shit comes out.  I'm sorry that every time we talk, we only talk about shit.  But I promise you, I'm going to get this shit figured out.  I'm going to invent a machine that will suck up all the shit.  Then we'll be able to see each other face-to-face once again.  I'll kiss you, hug you, and tell you "there will be no more shit".  Shit will never separate us again.  With all the shitless free time we have, you can tell me all about the things you did as a young girl and how papa used to woo you.  And I'll force papa to make love to you again, and let you have that daughter you've always wanted.