If you don't remember Edwin & Eloise, then you should familiarize yourself with their disgusting, voyeuristic habits. Well, it looked like things were the same this year. Walking around at night, haunting the denizens of the full Tahoe house over Xmas break. Business as usual.
They were at least nice enough to keep their waking-hour discretions in the guest room this year.
Not that they are any less demonic, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit to finding Eloise's jokes mildly amusing after a 46 oz margarita at the local Mexican restaurant.
She didn't seem to find me half-shabby this year, either. Probably all of the red wine. Next thing you know... Bam! Makin' babies.
Apparently, Edwin walked in while we were in the middle of doing the nasty. It's hard to hear anything else going on, if you've ever heard me making whoopie. But I was awakened by Eloise's screams as she pushed off my heavy, muscular arm and excused herself to the bathroom to clean up the mess I made.
Edwin had apparently been disregarding the rumors that Eloise was sleeping around on him. The scene that he found solidified what he had heard, and it was too much for him to handle. It's what the evil fucker deserved anyway.
Happy New Year,