. . . all the way home I’ll be warm.
Bullshit. I call shenanigans. Even if the “holding tight” involves premature ejaculation, halfway home that’ll be frozen solid.:dubious:
For Christ’s sake, will people please give SOME explanation of what they’re on about in the OP? Please?
The fire’s slowly dying… I’ll stick the fan heater on.
Am I the only one who thought “We’ll be holding on forever”?
HoHoHo. Happy holidays. Nog.
But I was having trouble understanding how a lil eroticism prior to departing into the cold could possibly have any lasting effect.
Yes.
No.
Maybe so.
Oh, one of those “Dopers are so clever” threads. Carry on with the circle jerk.
For Christ’s sake, will people please give SOME explanation of what they’re on about in the post? Please?
I always heard that song as a knockoff of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” dutifully neutered for the “Winter Wonderland” audience.
“But if you twee-ly told me trite / I’ll allay some of the porn …”
Oh bollocks. It’s raining. That’s ruined it for me.
hrhomer’s post made perfect sense. The OP makes no fucking sense, to me at least, not being familiar with the song/commercial/whatever-the-hell the quote is from.
The lingering afterglow of being loved. Have you no romance in your heart, my friend?
You always take his side.
Let It Snow.
Sure, but I’m too practical to believe that the afterglow actually generates meaningful heat. 
“My maiden aunt’s mind is vicious.”
Do we really have to hear about her whole family and their psychiatric problems?
Walkin’ 'Round in Women’s Underwear.
Ah. Obviously I’m familiar with the song, but wouldn’t have recognized that as a lyric in a million years.
I love that song, even though it has the lingering scent of date rape.