You’re visiting your Grandma for the holidays.
Just two cool singles, livin' the life. You want to make more eggnog but you’ve just run out of eggs. Eggnog is what Grandma calls it when she cracks a raw egg into a mug of whiskey. You’ve developed a taste for it. Grandma already passed out. But not before she told you all her favorite folk stories and a single slurred warning — to wait until morning to gather any eggs from the coop “or else you’ll get bit.”
What will you do?
/ I want that nog
/ I’ll switch to weed












