This is a little late, but it’s our Christmas dinner!
Duck, creamed spinach, and Hilo’s secret shells n’ cheese mix.
- Him: [Wipes two fingers across my upper lip in the shape of a mustache] Enjoy that.
- Me: [Already dreading it, sniffs] OH MY GOD, HILO. Uuuuggh, why do you have to wipe your gooch sweat above my mouth??
- Him: What, you mean that delicious fragrance?
- Me: Yes, exactly. Here's a token of my appreciation. [Leans down and sticks my lips to his until he has to breathe in]
- Him: YOUR BREATH SMELLS LIKE DUCK SHIT, GET AWAAAAY!
- Me: That's not my BREATH, that's your FRENCH TAINT, idiot!
- [We both laugh riotously despite how disgusting this entire situation is.]
