Mommy, please don't kiss Santa Claus while I'm spying on you.

[foxor]

Has anyone else noticed how kinky and weird it is that we sing a song every year about how a little boy goes down the stairs and watches his mom snogging with a man that is either a) the little boy's father, who has a fetish for role playing, or b) a very, very old man whom it is as such entirely inappropriate (and extremely weird) for a mother to

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[sudyn]

and the Michael Jackson version of the song came on the radio, which only emphasized the creepiness.
*dies laughing*
That was a good one!
And the title of your post was so intriguing, I had to come and see right away. ;)
Unfortunatley, I don't know the song...
I don't know what creepy juice is either.

[foxor]

I suppose a whole comment like this would be hard to read...so you'll just have to pretend
Creepy juice, is, well, creepiness in a bottle. It came up at the same time as a slew of jokes connected to an individual that was creeping Torri and me out over the summer. We started describing said individual (with the additional witty inspirations of DJ) as MANWITHHAT (must be said in creepy monotone voice)...this all evolved, eventually, to MANWITHHAT who had Jar of Creepy juice, and always got his daily dose of vitamin creepy...and really, the list just goes on and one. It must all be said in the same voice, however.
So that is the story of the MANWITHHAT joke, (you really had to be there, I guess) and I'm trying to be intentionally vague so I don't have to friendlock the post...hopefully I've succeeded?

*discretely points to own journal*

[sudyn]

was that perhaps the man from toboldlynano who walked with a limp? Or the creepy thing in the closet? (Torri's closet)???
Yes. You succeeded in being vague. ;P