Three of the men from the party unceremoniously dunked their heads into the eggnog and held them down!! It’s a tradition that they started on the first Twatmas Eve, but nobody really wants to do it anymore.”
“It’s kind of like Candy Corn at Halloween or Peeps and black jellybeans at Easter. Reindeer, make those targets worth hitting.”
You’re a real tough cookie with a long history
Of breaking little hearts like the one in me
That’s okay, let’s see how you’re doin’
Put up your dukes, let’s get down to it
Hit me with your best shot
Eddie played Pat Benatar’s “Hit Me with your best shot.” Until I saw five women wiggling dildos shoved up their asses and in their twats trying to coax men to toss mistletoe wreaths on them – I would never have thought the song had anything to do with sex. We are in the home stretch now, boys! “Why can’t you just change back at the house?” I asked Daisy while leaning up against a neighbor’s car with her. I was so ready to cum! “Aren’t we going door-to-door?” I asked. “Here, let me call Hunter Johnson’s mom and let them know you won’t be back tonight!”
Eddie and my Dad told me to hustle outside while my mom took care of that.