txrad and I just kissed. three times.
on the third time i got the pickle-ish kiss.
asked to explain, (I wasn't, but I will.) the first time i ever kissed was with a lesbian and i thought she tasted like pickles.
so my standard has always been that kissing must taste like pickles.
txrad thinks this is disgusting. i, on the other hand, think it's honest, non-disruptive, and interesting.
I'm about to have a veggie burger with tots.... and PICKLES!
txrad: "Where's my beer? I don't have a beer open?"
kona: "It's right there, camouflaged behind the ketchup bottle."
Night and day. If you heard this or read this, would you think we should have been in "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas"?
Mortals are imperfect too.