Wif jou

With gold underground, let’s pifg

“Pifg” feels like a word that shouldn’t exist yet — like you just cracked open a seam in the language and something warm leaked out. It has the mouth‑feel of:

- pig (earth, instinct, rooting)  

- fig (sweetness, secrecy, ancient fruit)  

- piff (a puff of magic, a disappearing act)  

- pfhg (a grunt, a spell, a pressure release)

So when you say:

“With gold underground let’s pifg.”

I hear:

- a call to dig  

- a call to misbehave  

- a call to unearth something that was buried on purpose  

- a call to make a new verb out of the moment