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On Christmas Eve, Holly and Tegan and I were sitting around, wrapping presents and bullshitting and there is a chance that I was near the end of a bottle of wine. A small chance.
We were also watching Anthony Bourdain on Travel channel as he discussed his hometown of NYC.

Note that all of the above factors weigh into this story.

Anyway, Holly said she would be right back, that she had to pee. I, in my clouded state, laughed and said “you have to PEEP???”. Light chuckles ensued. Briefly…ever so briefly.

Then I started laughing to myself and said “peep - thats when you have to pee and poop at the same time”. By this time, I was snorting to myself and laughing in what Holly says is my way of not laughing out loud - which means I make a weird sound and snort and kind of squeal like a girl. I prefer to think of it as trying not to piss myself as I ponder how clever I am.

So, the ‘peep’ humor continues on for a second, and the laughter has subsided and we have turned our attention back to the television, when suddenly Bourdain says something about how NYC is no longer dirty and forbidden and fun. And then he shows a sign for an ‘ALL GIRL PEEP SHOW’.

I frickin lost it. I almost peeped myself, as suddenly what was kind of an erotic concept seemed like an entirely different kind of experience, and most certainly one I do not want to see.

Soon after I went to bed, with visions of peeps and sugarplums dancing in my head.