At my friend's bridal shower, I snuck in a few wrapped, unmarked presents, in inconspicuous boxes. I threw them in the middle of the pile. And waited.

Halfway through opening gifts, she grabbed the three boxes. All wrapped the same. Different sizes. No card. First one had a *kitten* in it. Second one had lingere in it. Third one had a riding crop in it. All in front of her entire family and family-to-be.

My other friend, we each bought her a pair of undies, made penis cookies, took an inflatable penis to the bars for her bachelorette party...

Moral of the story? Do it.

I like you.

I've never actually been to a bachelorette party that wasn't more than a go-out-and-get-****-faced thing. No lingerie, no toys, nothing. I feel a little gipped. Apparently my friends are all prudes and I need new ones.

At my friend's bridal shower, I snuck in a few wrapped, unmarked presents, in inconspicuous boxes. I threw them in the middle of the pile. And waited.

Halfway through opening gifts, she grabbed the three boxes. All wrapped the same. Different sizes. No card. First one had a *kitten* in it. Second one had lingere in it. Third one had a riding crop in it. All in front of her entire family and family-to-be.

My other friend, we each bought her a pair of undies, made penis cookies, took an inflatable penis to the bars for her bachelorette party...

Moral of the story? Do it.

I like you.

I've never actually been to a bachelorette party that wasn't more than a go-out-and-get-****-faced thing. No lingerie, no toys, nothing. I feel a little gipped. Apparently my friends are all prudes and I need new ones.

Omg! I use to be a sales rep for an adult toy company and did these parties all the time.

I think my reply to the prude would be, "Oh bless your heart... The lingerie I'm talking about isn't really underwear. I'm sorry you don't realize the difference. I'm even more sorry for anyone who's tried to *kitten* you."

But that's just me.

At my friend's bridal shower, I snuck in a few wrapped, unmarked presents, in inconspicuous boxes. I threw them in the middle of the pile. And waited.

Halfway through opening gifts, she grabbed the three boxes. All wrapped the same. Different sizes. No card. First one had a *kitten* in it. Second one had lingere in it. Third one had a riding crop in it. All in front of her entire family and family-to-be.

My other friend, we each bought her a pair of undies, made penis cookies, took an inflatable penis to the bars for her bachelorette party...

Moral of the story? Do it.

I like you.

I've never actually been to a bachelorette party that wasn't more than a go-out-and-get-****-faced thing. No lingerie, no toys, nothing. I feel a little gipped. Apparently my friends are all prudes and I need new ones.

Omg! I use to be a sales rep for an adult toy company and did these parties all the time.

I think my reply to the prude would be, "Oh bless your heart... The lingerie I'm talking about isn't really underwear. I'm sorry you don't realize the difference. I'm even more sorry for anyone who's tried to *kitten* you."

But that's just me.

I ised to sell sex toys. I have stories for days..

At my friend's bridal shower, I snuck in a few wrapped, unmarked presents, in inconspicuous boxes. I threw them in the middle of the pile. And waited.

Halfway through opening gifts, she grabbed the three boxes. All wrapped the same. Different sizes. No card. First one had a *kitten* in it. Second one had lingere in it. Third one had a riding crop in it. All in front of her entire family and family-to-be.

My other friend, we each bought her a pair of undies, made penis cookies, took an inflatable penis to the bars for her bachelorette party...

Moral of the story? Do it.

I like you.

I've never actually been to a bachelorette party that wasn't more than a go-out-and-get-****-faced thing. No lingerie, no toys, nothing. I feel a little gipped. Apparently my friends are all prudes and I need new ones.

Omg! I use to be a sales rep for an adult toy company and did these parties all the time.

I think my reply to the prude would be, "Oh bless your heart... The lingerie I'm talking about isn't really underwear. I'm sorry you don't realize the difference. I'm even more sorry for anyone who's tried to *kitten* you."

But that's just me.

I ised to sell sex toys. I have stories for days..

WOOOOO HOOOOO!!!!!

I don't have enuff good stories - just mostly pathetic crap and drunken Beevis & Butthead boyfriends breaking in. Just sad. But it paid for Christmas. Course my sons told their friends that I was an Avon lady.

At my friend's bridal shower, I snuck in a few wrapped, unmarked presents, in inconspicuous boxes. I threw them in the middle of the pile. And waited.

Halfway through opening gifts, she grabbed the three boxes. All wrapped the same. Different sizes. No card. First one had a *kitten* in it. Second one had lingere in it. Third one had a riding crop in it. All in front of her entire family and family-to-be.

My other friend, we each bought her a pair of undies, made penis cookies, took an inflatable penis to the bars for her bachelorette party...

Moral of the story? Do it.

I like you.

I've never actually been to a bachelorette party that wasn't more than a go-out-and-get-****-faced thing. No lingerie, no toys, nothing. I feel a little gipped. Apparently my friends are all prudes and I need new ones.

Omg! I use to be a sales rep for an adult toy company and did these parties all the time.

I think my reply to the prude would be, "Oh bless your heart... The lingerie I'm talking about isn't really underwear. I'm sorry you don't realize the difference. I'm even more sorry for anyone who's tried to *kitten* you."

But that's just me.

I ised to sell sex toys. I have stories for days..

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