She called all the men at the party “Sir” though – so Master felt like an honest compliment. The thing that my aunt had to say was funny, fun, short, and sweet – probably more than a little humiliating for her. You come on with it, come on, you don’t fight fair! “What’s the point in insulting you if you don’t actually feel insulted?” I asked as I stroked her hair. fatty … 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. It sounded like the right thing to say! I didn’t want to demean her and call her a loser. “What are you, Cupid?” I asked Cupid as my sexy aunt waddled over and handed me a couple of wreaths she had retrieved. “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.
