conversations with a dangerous mind

Here is a piece of a conversation that I had with the ever-sparkly Miss Kim today. You will note that SHE started it first, not me (minor edits for coherence)

:: kim :: says:
Hrmmmm.

:: kim :: says:
I wonder

:: kim :: says:
If anyone has made, like

:: kim :: says:
Er

lechez ce poisson says:
Er?

:: kim :: says:
Glove thingies for guy balls

:: kim :: says:
Don't they get cold in the winter?

:: kim :: says:
It'd be ever so cute

:: kim :: says:
LOL

lechez ce poisson says: (10:54:31 PM)
    OMG

:: kim :: says:
Did I break your brain?

lechez ce poisson says:
Little woollen ones

:: kim :: says:
Yes yes

lechez ce poisson says:
With bobbles on them

lechez ce poisson says:
Striped

:: kim :: says:
Hmm

lechez ce poisson says:
I'm blogging this

:: kim :: says:
Those would be a tad inconvenient no

:: kim :: says:
Ahahhhaha

:: kim :: says:
Polka dotted ones make ur balls look like they got measles

:: kim :: says:
Hrm

lechez ce poisson says:
Tastefully coloured

:: kim :: says:
I wonder if balls get it too when you get measles

lechez ce poisson says:
Like, red and green for christmas

:: kim :: says:
Uhhuh

:: kim :: says:
Aquamarine and white if you're a water person

lechez ce poisson says:
Actually, I got a chicken pock thing on my ballsack

:: kim :: says:
Ew

lechez ce poisson says:
When I had the chicken pox

:: kim :: says:
I didnt need to know that

lechez ce poisson says:
It was itchy as

See the totally smooth way the subject changes from woolly testicle sleeves to diseased ball-sacks? More evidence for my singledom. I really should take a class in shutting up while I'm ahead.

(mental note: testicle talk does NOT get you chicks)