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late night conversations

Cami Kaos

30 May 2007 — 1 min read

Last night just before falling asleep I pulled out a piece of paper and jotted down the most hysterical conversation Mr. Kaos and I have ever had. HILARIOUS. We're funny people. I intended to share it with all of you today, to lighten and brighten your lives...The problem?Things that seem funny late at night while watching a repeat of the Colbert Report are not as funny at 9:54 AM.They just aren't... but none the less here you goMK: Who's being the bionic woman?CK: Some chick.At this point there was laughter so ruckus and loud the cats stared at us like we were idiots. I see now they're kind of right. But really? The sad thing? This is the time of night when Mr. Kaos and I do our most serious talking. When we sit back and reminisce about our earlier years. When we dream about our long future together. When we mercilessly mock those who have found themselves on our bad side. What would these sweet, loving, romantic and vengeful conversations sound like at 9:54 AM?

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