He kissed the palm of my hand and asked me

He kissed the palm of my hand and asked me to forgive him but I wouldn't.

I glared at him as I ate the chocolate Kiss. It was frankly delicious but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me enjoy it. After a few chews I spat it at him. "Ew! That

was awful. Are you trying to poison me?! Go get another one. A bigger one, more chocolately, soft on the outside and hard on the inside." I'd read in Cosmo that boys respond to

oral stimulation, so I did what he commanded. I ran down to the corner, got a bigger, more chocolately, softer & harder one. Then I ran back & stuck it in his mouth. "Are you

diabetic?" He shook his head, but then his eyes rolled back & he started to convulse. What the --? I looked at the wrapper. First ingrediant: Botuladextrose.

I missed my chance. My friend suddenly sat up, gasping. She was thirsty, so I handed her a glass - full of what I thought was water - which had been sitting on the counter.

She took a gulp. "This is so NOT water!" she screamed after she spit the liquid all over my face. "Oops, my bad!" She glared at me from behind her glasses, and I went

all like "Hey, you got your piehole tangled in my beangrafter!" and she's all "No, you got your beangrafter in my piehole!. Then we both started laughing and sprayed Mountain Dew

all over each other until we got the shakes of diabeetus. It didn't help out teeth much, either, so it helped that we only ate mushy food like beans and pie from then on.