Passion Party
So a lady at my work is having a GRRLS ONLEE "Passion Party" which is like tupperwear for rubber dongs.
I can not imagine being at a place in my life where I would ever be comfortable going to a party like this with the women I work with. I keep calling it The Clambump and asking everyone if they are going. So far no one is that I've talked to but I was able to have a nice long "what if" conversation about going and saying I was looking for something the size of a coke can, for my butt.
Like the next day do you say "howd that work out for ya?" Do you order then get it all delivered? I just can't imagine anything more uncomfortable than this party.
Also, the "tupper plug lady" is this chick that seriously is the least sexy person on the face of the planet. The idea that she'd be doing sales kind of stuff like "oh yeah, I road this for three hours, no chafe" or smacking stuff on the coffee table over margaritas saying "WONT BREAK"... I'm, fuck.
If concentric was here I'd go. And it'd be the hottest sex we ever had.
I can not imagine being at a place in my life where I would ever be comfortable going to a party like this with the women I work with. I keep calling it The Clambump and asking everyone if they are going. So far no one is that I've talked to but I was able to have a nice long "what if" conversation about going and saying I was looking for something the size of a coke can, for my butt.
Like the next day do you say "howd that work out for ya?" Do you order then get it all delivered? I just can't imagine anything more uncomfortable than this party.
Also, the "tupper plug lady" is this chick that seriously is the least sexy person on the face of the planet. The idea that she'd be doing sales kind of stuff like "oh yeah, I road this for three hours, no chafe" or smacking stuff on the coffee table over margaritas saying "WONT BREAK"... I'm, fuck.
If concentric was here I'd go. And it'd be the hottest sex we ever had.