My neighbor wasn’t Barbie doll hot, but she reminded me of an actress like Cristin Milioti or Morena Baccarin. “Your sister had to accept the idea that I might trade your mom for her, and that meant I’d be HER rider. She’ll protest, and if you back down, then she takes your measure. It’s really not that hard. “Cumming in with seventeen points, Champion three years in a row, Comet!!” Eddie announced, to applause, cheers, whistles, and people chanting my mother’s reindeer name. I liked the enthusiasm of the others at the party when I said that. I saw her pretty blue eyes light up; she hadn’t expected me to dare to do that. “I am a losing twat, A dumb little reindeer cum guzzler, Sir!”
“Is that lower than a dumb-doe-eyed, fat piece of cow turd with droopy tits?” I snickered as I patted my aunt on the head. “What’s the point in insulting you if you don’t actually feel insulted?” I asked as I stroked her hair. “You aren’t AT the party,” Dad explained.
