“I’m not going,” Dave said. “I’m just not into all of that meaningless bullshit.”
“Oh come on, man. It’s a Christmas party. It will be fun,” Jake said. “Everyone will be drinking and singing songs like ‘Jingle Bells’ and ‘Winter Wonderland.’ Henry plans to dress up like Kris Kringle. That will be a hoot. Plus, there are going to be loads of single women there. We can mingle with a few of the prize fillies, and who knows, maybe you’ll hit pay dirt.”
“You’re so uncouth, Jake,” Dave said. “Why do you always have to play the role of ringleader all the time? I’m just not in the mood.”
“You know, buddy, Anita will be there tonight. I know you’ve had your eye on her, am I right?” Jake said.
“Yeah, she’s cool, but we’ve barely spoken to one another,” Dave said.
“She’s not cool, dude, she’s damn hot,” Jake said, licking his lips. “If you play your cards right, my friend, I bet by the end of the night she’ll make your dingleberries tingle.”
“You’re just gross,” Dave said. “I’m not going and that’s final.”
“So what are you gonna do instead,” Jake said, “sit around watching TV and jerking off? Boring!”
“Wait here,” Dave said. He left the room and returned a few seconds later carrying a six pack of Bud and two long, round tubes. He tossed one of the tubes to Jake. “Let’s binge watch ‘Jack Ryan’ on Amazon Prime.”
Jake looked at the tube Dave had tossed to him. “Beer and Pringles! Why did you say so, dude?”
Written for today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt from Linda G. Hill. In case you didn’t already guess it, Linda asked us ”find a word that contains ‘ingle’ and use it any way you’d like in your post.” I found nine words! Woo hoo!