My Story About Egg Nog by Arnold Schwarzenegger

It's me Arnold Schwarzenegger. How are you? I am terrible. I just threw up about two quarts of egg nog, half of it all over Maria. She's been in the shower for three hours trying to get the stink of that egg nog off her. Who the hell invented egg nog anyway? I put my money on Ebenezer Scrooge. It was probably that last mean thing he did before he saw the ghosts and became a good guy. The problem with egg nog is that it's like milk that has gone bad with egg in it. Then you load it up with rum so people forget the curdling mess they are drinking. But I'll tell you who doesn't forget: Mr. Stomach! And after my tenth egg nog tonight, Mr. Stomach decided to give it all back to me. Oh well! A lesson learned. No more egg nog for me—EVER! Gee, Maria is still in the shower. She's too skinny to let water beat on her that long. I better go get her out before she turns into a skeleton. Hasta la vista, baby!