Milhouse and bart stood in the corner talking and watching, it was Christmas and everyone seemed to be getting into the swing, for some reason though neither of them could fathom they were the only kids there, he knew others had been invited, they had mused that it was so the other kids parents could let their hair down and have no child worries, but as they watched his father get steadily drunk and his mother show the first signs of tipsy ness that idea had gone out of the window, they were drinking coke or orange but had on the odd occasion sampled some of the duff lying around.
The music was nothing worth listening too, the odd recognisable song, a lot of Christmassy songs but mainly older stuff, the adults seemed to like it though. They had been in barts bedroom playing on his games console but had soon tired and simply stood in the corner watching the milling folk. The talk soon switched to women, Milhouse had remarked about the lack of girls, none of them were here and he had been a little disappointed, especially as Lisa wasn’t here, eventually as they started to grade the women into beauty, foxiness and gave them a babe-ility rating they moved onto more intimate parts. Ass size, grab ability, holdability roundness, then it moved to tits, they were both surprised to find they both had high grading for each other mother.