The first rule of mine, wisely thought of by my best man, was “cell phones off ALL NIGHT and NO CAMERAS”.
Oh dear dear… Who is this stripper, im sure she could teach me a few awesome party tricks ; ]
Jeez. My bachelor party was me and a couple of XX videos I rented from Pic-A-Flick’s back room.
And no, that’s not a typo. Apparently “XX” is how Pic-A-Flick labeled their money-shots-excised adult videos.
Many years ago I went to a bachelor where much of the same type of “monetary exchange” occurred. Then one guy showed up with his “porno” movies. He slips a cassette into the VCR and up comes…bestiality. Different types, different animals, but all bestiality.
Fuckin’ yuck.
I went into the kitchen to keep the keg company, and I was soon joined by the hookers, and then by all but a couple of the guys who stayed to watch the “porno.”
I’ve seen “beastie boy” a few more times over the years, but I can’t help but give him a wide berth.
Funniest thing I’ve read all week.
Jeesh, and I used to think that the microscopic traces of cocaine on most of our bills was disturbing… :eek:
Well, Mom always told us to wash our hands after handling money. She didn’t go into the disgusting details, though.
I’m thinking that with a little fluid, you could probably get a bill to adhere to a penis, and pick it up that way. Of course, where the fluid comes from is probably best left unanswered…
Ditto.
Almost on topic: I cashiered for awhile when I was younger, and my hands have never gotten so dirty doing any other job aside from actual yardwork.
My palms would be dark gray by the time the lunch rush was over, and it’d get under my nails, too. That stuff is gross - and it was likely gross well before the stripper got “ahold” of it.
And people wonder why some cashiers wear latex gloves while working. I never did, but I don’t fault people who do it.