Conversations With Kris
Kris was over last night. While watching a Golden Girls marathon, I opened a can of cashews and had some. He refused, saying he'd eat the whole can if he had even one. Shortly after that, while kissing, this conversation took place:
POLT: I bet my kisses taste like cashews.
KRIS: (pulls his face from mine and looks at me like I grew an eyestalk out of the middle of my forehead.)
POLT: What?
KRIS: You think your kisses taste like Ke$ha?
POLT: Cashews, I think they taste like cashews.
KRIS: OOOOOH, yeah, okay. Cashews, right. Cause Ke$ha kisses would taste like glitter and orgies.
POLT
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