“Oh yeah,” says Carrie’s father, “our Carrie really loves to screw. She’d screw all night if we’d let her!” Well, this makes Bobby’s eyes light up, and his plan for the evening is beginning to look pretty good. A few minutes later, Carrie comes downstairs in her little poodle skirt and announces that she’s ready to go.
Almost breathless with anticipation, Bobby escorts his date out the front door. About 20 minutes later, Carrie rushes back into the house, slams the door behind her and screams at her father: “Damn it, Daddy! It’s called the twist!”
