A fancy, sugary mess made by mixing Earl Grey tea with eggnog and enough sugar to make a diabetic weep. It’s like the holiday party in your coffee mug.
My aunt brings gregnog every year and calls it ‘the drink of the divine.’ I call it ‘the drink of my misery.’
I tried to make gregnog and ended up with a drink that looked like vomit. It was glorious.
My brother says gregnog is ‘the only thing worth drinking this time of year.’ I say it’s the only thing worth surviving.
Earl and Looney are the king and queen but they’re so powerful they could beat up a god. They’re like the king and queen but with more power and less sense.
They beat up a god just to prove a point. The god cried. Earl laughed.
They’re not just powerful. They’re dumb powerful. Like a god with a headache.
Looney said 'I’m the queen' and Earl said 'I’m the king' and the god said 'I’m tired.'