"Hell hath no fury like a bean gone bad"....read on

We walked back from the store. It was a few minutes after two. Fridgid. She was eating cheetos as we walked. I declined even though I was told they were delicious I called her an asshole and took my jacket and put it around her. She didn't say anything but she just looked cold. After some minor chatter about her brother and stuff she started saying "You like me you like me you like me!" I said i had no comment but that I might push her over. She said that her brother would kick my ass but took that back because she said he really likes me. But after asked me what I would do after I pushed her over. I told her that I would pick her up immediately and apologize in ernst. She asked "Then what? Then what? huh?" I was flabergasted and said "I don't rightly know what i would do," she said "Kiss me?" and it was instantaneous that we moved in and kissed each other. It was intense and necessary. After a break I told her that she tasted like Cheetos. She laughed and said sorry. I didn't mind.


Later into the morning.

She said that i had a very handsome face. Movie star quality. I sat across from her and watched her intently as she told me of these things. I was told that glances were stolen from me on many many occasions when I was least expecting it. I was hearing the over articulation on that statement about my face. Very nice. "Ha" I said. I walked past her on my way to the refrigerator and asked if I had nothing else to offer. Of course not I was assured. I was looked up and down. I continued to the refrigerator and was ass grabbed. "Huh" I thought out loud. All though this information was fed to me on her own accord I was told that something should be done about the mutton chops. The mohawk. Not very attractive. With all that temporary facial hair aside I was still at her attention. My crazy ass hats were enough to supplement my funk, she said that they were different. Very different. At a cross road dilemma I asked what I had in return to doing this. She said herself for one. Seems like a fair trade. But I looked at her and said I think we can come to a compromise and told her to shave off her left eyebrow.