Christmas With the Millers
Beatrice and her family sat around their basement fireplace roasting hot dogs on sticks on Christmas Eve.
It was a tradition.
Beatrice volunteered to roast for anyone who could not tolerate the heat from the blazing hearth.
She had a three prong birch limb and could do three in one sitting.
Her father crafted wooden benches, the perfect height for squatting by the fire. Beatrice and her cousin Stephanie sat on the benches in front of the fire waiting for the dogs to turn dark brown and cooked wieners on Christmas Eve for the entire family.
They whispered about the new girl in school, Denise Star. Beatrice and Stephanie, lesbian cousins, both had a crush on the pretty blonde girl with feathered hair.
"I told my mom to tell Santa I want ‘Bad Girls’ for Christmas." Bragged Stephanie.
"Bad Girls?" asked Beatrice naively.
"Donna Summer’s new album. Where have you been? Earth to Beatrice, come down and wake up! It comes with a poster," responded Stephanie.
"Oh, I thought you were talking about getting Denise Star for Christmas," noted Beatrice.
"Stay away from my bitch or I’ll shove that hot dog stick up your butt," threatened Stephanie.
It was a tradition.
Beatrice volunteered to roast for anyone who could not tolerate the heat from the blazing hearth.
She had a three prong birch limb and could do three in one sitting.
Her father crafted wooden benches, the perfect height for squatting by the fire. Beatrice and her cousin Stephanie sat on the benches in front of the fire waiting for the dogs to turn dark brown and cooked wieners on Christmas Eve for the entire family.
They whispered about the new girl in school, Denise Star. Beatrice and Stephanie, lesbian cousins, both had a crush on the pretty blonde girl with feathered hair.
"I told my mom to tell Santa I want ‘Bad Girls’ for Christmas." Bragged Stephanie.
"Bad Girls?" asked Beatrice naively.
"Donna Summer’s new album. Where have you been? Earth to Beatrice, come down and wake up! It comes with a poster," responded Stephanie.
"Oh, I thought you were talking about getting Denise Star for Christmas," noted Beatrice.
"Stay away from my bitch or I’ll shove that hot dog stick up your butt," threatened Stephanie.
posted by Charles George Taylor at
2:07 PM
2 Comments:
Is there some metaphore in showing Beatrice dangling plump, juicy weiners over the burning flames? LOL.
You are just too much. My cousin Bobby still thinks Bob Smith is a lesbian. Hot Dogs for all!
Stephen
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