Merry Christmas, Nudging the Newsletter, Going Quiet
Merry Christmas, happy holidays, blessed Festivus—however you’d like to slice it, may it be good. I’m about to go dark everywhere except for the occasional posting of cats on Twitter and/or Instagram. Lots of family, lots of presents, lots of cats (though that last bit is normal).
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I leave you on this not-quite Christmas Eve with a brief message from the character Twitter voted for in a weird mid-day five minute window. There was sort of a tie between Sam and Randy, and they’re pointing out dialogs are more interesting than monologs anyway.
See you in 2015.
Randy and Sam Wish You a Merry Christmas
Sam: We have the blog! Except…I’m not sure what to do with the blog. What is it rated?
Randy: She’s posted a fisting scene on it, so anything goes. *waggles eyebrows at Sam*
Sam: *swats Randy* No, because Mitch isn’t here.
Randy: I’d take video for him, but whatever. *plops on couch, puts up feet* It’s not supposed to be a long post. We show up, flash our asses a bit, be merry, etc.
Sam: It’s too bad they can’t come eat your cookies. You make great cookies. And the holiday party last weekend was amazing.
Randy: Well, Heidi talked about making the 2016 Christmas story about us. If she’s not too absorbed in those Minnesota brats. Though take note they asked for us on Twitter. Kelly got one vote, and Walter didn’t get any.
Sam: Yes, but Walter is mostly you with money and better hair.
Sam: *pats Randy’s hand* Why don’t we tell everyone what we got people for Christmas? Or wait, no, they might read this. How about we talk about what our family celebration will be like?
Randy: We’ll watch the Christmas lights. Later, we’ll welcome some friends to help us sing carols. And we’ll finish up by reading “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas.” Then Steve will beat Chenco with a wire hanger.
Sam: Stop. This is not Christmas with the Crawfords. Come on. Our Christmas is nice. We do go look at lights, and we have soup for dinner and watch cheesy movies, and you make a great dinner on Christmas Day.
Randy: So you’re telling me you don’t want a new spanking bench for Christmas?
Sam: Quit pretending you aren’t the biggest sap at the holidays. They’ve read The Twelve Days of Randy. They already know.
Randy: *sighs* Fine. Yes, I’m a big sap, and we probably will have vanilla, goopy sex on the holiday. Happy?
Sam: *snuggling in* Yep. But she really does owe us a story before December 2016.
Randy: *puts arm around Sam* True that.