Verb-of-Choice Post

We don't have to verb good-bye every time. I verbed you and it was enough for me. Then you verbed, "I just wanted to say good-bye..." and you verbed the insides of my cheeks, verbed my gums and my upper lip and teeth. I wasn't going to verb you, but I verbed it - especially after you verbed me in that lecture - so I started to verb you in. Then you verbed away. "Bye," you verbed, but not in my ear - to the black, bleak walls of the kitchen. That verbed a loud "Bye!" from me. You verbed your mouth as you verbed out of the door. I verbed mine and verbed the fridge. I verbed lasagna, a baby ruth, and ice-cream: all foods unallowed, but I didn't verb then. All I could verb about while verbing those decadent unallowed delights was how different they verbed from you. I verb I verbed so much in an attempt to verb, or verb that pleasant flavor and foodish feeling. I verb to verb you too often, and when I am not, or without the prospect of it, I verb unsubstantial substitutes - empty calories. But then, are verbs the empty calories of any relationship? No, just when they are the only diet component. But verbs are definitely strengthening if verbed. I can't verb all of the time - or else soon I might become unhealthily gluttonous; constantly verbing. We don't have to verb hello every time. But we can every once in a while. Let's not verb them altogether, but as of now, I verb too many verbs too soon.