wow clarence why dont you tell me how you really feel
i thought we were getting along and bonding and here you are throwing the m-word around wow i thought you were above this
but the prospect of kisses on my face, macaroni and cheese, and kisses on not my face is an interesting one
plus the potential to stare deeply into your eyes for hours i mean what
when should i come over
are pants required or
yes pants are bloody required, maybe even, GASP, a shirt, if you don't want to be a total damn embarrassment if my mom says hi. i mean she'll definitely want to do that if you come over here anyway
actually you know what
do whatever, if you don't wear goddamn pants she'll probably have a giggle fit at you and make some comment to me about 'knowing how to pick them'
and in all reality i was thinking of having tea but if you end up truly longing for macaroni then i'll make you macaroni
anything else uh
probably depends on how well behaved you are but whatever, w h a t e v e r
whenever works is fine, like i said, i just want you to calm the hell down and let me keep an eye on you. get some kinda peace quota filled.