Yes, my wife and I are having a party for the basketball team we coach so it will likely be me, 6 15-16 year old girls, my wife, and our dog. The chick quotient is going to be vaguely overwhelming. Once the new year starts, I may not be the same Mullinator you have all come to know and love.
I’d make sure you have a generous supply of Tampax on hand… I grew up in a house with five sisters.
Hmmm…if you add two of them together, you get my age. No, Mullinator, I didn’t have any New Years plans. Sure, I can bring spinach dip.
Just kidding. Bad Strainger! Bad!
Get one of those filtering masks. It’s the only way you’ll be able to prevent being overcome by the estrogen fumes.
Otherwise, by the end of the night (which will most likely come sometime late the next day), you’ll be drenched in makeup, perfume, and daydreaming about N’Sync/Leonardo DiCaprio/the cute boy that sits behind you in math…and you’ll be digging every minute of it. 
Chocolate.
Go and buy massive quantities of chocolate in a variety of types. It’s the only way you’ll survive.
If you grunt and scratch accordingly, probably they will leave you alone.
If one of them starts crying in the middle of the night, you will either make it much worse or much better, depending on which would inconvenience you more.
Good luck getting control of the TV at all.
Power Tools…LOTS of power tools…belt sanders, routers, those cool Dremel Rotary tools…cordless big ass drills…the only antidote to estrogen is testosterone
Tape as many football games as you can in the last three weeks of the regular season. Play them over and over. Say things like “Ok, Culpepper, throw it to Moss!” when you know that he’s going to get a touchdown on the next play. Then tell everyone who’ll listen, “See, he heard me.”
That’ll ensure you’re left alone for the night.
Or just be me. That, too, will ensure you’re left alone for the night.
[sub]probably even in a house with 50 nymphomaniacs in heat[/sub]
WHERE is this house??? I wanna know!