Papa Bear was out of town for a few days and when he came home, I had to have a difficult conversation with him.
Me: Dude, I'm so sorry, but I molested your cat while you were gone. Or maybe she molested me, I'm not quite sure.
PB: Hot!!!
Me: Which one?
PB: Both. So what happened?
Me: While you were gone, she snuggled in my bed with me at night. One morning I woke up to her licking my breasts.
PB: Uh huh. But where was she licking?
Me: Sort of here (pointing to a spot below where cleavage would show but a fair distance above nipples).
PB: Yeah, that doesn't count.
Me: Uh . . . it felt like it counted!
PB: No, anything non-nipple doesn't count.
Me: But my nipples are over the line?
PB: Your nipples are North Korea. Anything else is fine.
We have good times here.
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