Friday, March 22, 2013

Conversation has it's hold on me (Part 9)...

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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