krum

Linette and I were just having a serious conversation about something. Halfway through the conversation, I noticed a little brown piece of something stuck in Linettes sweater. I thought that it looked like a krum, one of those fried bits of batter that they serve, in a big pile, on the side of your fried fish at Long John Silvers. I just kept staring at it, wanting to pick it off her sweater and eat it. We talked for another ten minutes, but all I could think about is how good that little piece of deep friend batter would taste, if in fact thats what it was.