So, last Saturday I went to my very first bachelor-ette party. My cousin’s getting married & I’m really close to her, but honestly I wasn’t planning on going to this thing. I’ve never felt compelled to go to one of theses things. Something about a room full of women drooling & screaming for one guy, who is probably jaded by now so it’s not like he’s getting excited over all of us.
Anyway, if it weren’t for my cuz insisting so much I wouldn’t have gone. Oh my god! I felt like a freaking’ virgin! Pictures of naked men on the walls, phallic piñatas, penis pops. Who knew you guys did this stuff?
Thankfully the stripper was gentle with me, so I’m not traumatized.
Edited because it's "penis pops" not "poops"
Anyway, if it weren’t for my cuz insisting so much I wouldn’t have gone. Oh my god! I felt like a freaking’ virgin! Pictures of naked men on the walls, phallic piñatas, penis pops. Who knew you guys did this stuff?
Thankfully the stripper was gentle with me, so I’m not traumatized.
Edited because it's "penis pops" not "poops"
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