InsaneJournal

Kitty sat on Johnny’s couch, with her legs crossed and a small container of fried rice resting on her knee. With chopsticks in hand, she carefully picked through the container for those little baby corns. She loved those baby corns.

It wasn’t a half hour ago that she showed up at his apartment and invited herself in for dinner-- she had her hands full of Chinese food, so he’d be dumb to turn her away. Since they started to be friends with benefits, Kitty tried to make sure she held up the “friend” part of the bargain.

“Okay, don’t stop me if you’ve heard this one… Two radio antennae got married. the wedding was okay but the reception was great”