Starsky has concerns…
Originally published in the 2006 SHareCon zine.
“You didn’t like it. I knew it. You’re grossed out.”
“Uh, Hutch. You just came in my mouth. Do you see me jumping up to go brush my teeth? I liked it.”
“Then why are you frowning?”
“I’m not frowning.”
“Then why do you only have one eyebrow?”
“I’m just thinking.”
“This can’t be good, and I’m probably going to regret this, but what are you thinking about?”
“I was just wondering, now that we’re lovers, do we have to be polite all the time?”
“Polite? Like opening doors for each other?”
“We do that anyway. I mean polite like, because we’re together all the time now and because we’re lovers, does that mean I can never have a bowl of Mama Rosita’s super special chili again ’cause it makes me fart, and you can’t have your burgers the way you like them ’cause then your breath’ll reek of onions and they make you belch? You know, do we have to be polite?”
“I can’t say belching and farting was something I really considered when I was trying to decide whether or not to tell you I love you, but… well, somehow I can’t see either one of us changing the habits of a decade.”
“So belching and farting is still okay?”
“Yeah, I guess so. Just do me a favor, will you, babe?”
“What’s that?”
“Don’t fluff the covers.”
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