Comments on: My Bachelorette Party Debacle

By: Rayne of Terror

Rayne of Terror — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 21:41:44 +0000

I have been to only one bachelorette party with a stripper and I was 17 or 18 I think. I was so mortified the whole time the stripper as there. I ate a ound of twizzlers, drank WAY to much vodka and ended up puking what I thought was blood that night. Nope, just a pound of twizzlers.

I still love twizzlers.

By: Lea

Lea — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 03:46:09 +0000

This sure makes me happy that I didn’t have a bachelorette party. Being tea bagged by strawberry scented balls is not on my priority list.

AWESOME photo!

By: CP

CP — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 18:55:59 +0000

yay picture!!!

i have to say, for someone so uninterested and embarrassed, you’re putting on a damned good show..

By: amy d

amy d — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 17:05:43 +0000

While I cannot be absolutely certain, I think that your stripper is my friend Danny! Looks just like him!!!!

Tommy must be his stage name!

By: Toy With Me

Toy With Me — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 15:31:53 +0000

TheBeerLady – A gag gift Sure everyone will buy that *snicker*

By: Coco

Coco — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 06:16:51 +0000

“I’m off to fluff my dangle” is totally my new blog tagline.

Also?

*hysterics*

Balls in your face is truly one of the ONLY things you really need to be completely hammered for. And the strawberry scent? Disturbing.

By: Dana

Dana — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 04:47:45 +0000

I still can’t believe that I missed his grand entrance, but it was still worth it! And the surprise element was the best part, my friend You can always count on me for a good time!

By: TheBeerLady

TheBeerLady — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 03:48:40 +0000

Still being single , I’ve never had a bachelorette party, but for my birthday this year, my friends thought a stripper would be a good idea. It was funnier than it might have been, because it was a combination birthday/halloween party, so it wasn’t a girls-only group. And the stripper was a surprise known only to a few of the people at the party, so there were a LOT of shocked faces.

I have to say, I enjoyed it immensely, but luckily I outweighed him by about 50 pounds, so that apparently reduced his inclination to pick me up or flip me around. And I didn’t realize how much I should appreciate that his balls didn’t smell like strawberries. Thank you, whoever invented Irish Spring. And thank you, Mr. Stripper in the fireman’s coat, for using it.

The funniest part of it to me was a part that nobody else at the party caught, which was probably a good thing. When the stripper first got there, the hostess passed him off as a guy we’d gone to high school with. What the heck, it’s a costume party, a guy in a fireman’s outfit is no big deal, and it’s been many years since we were in high school, so it’s not a surprise to meet someone that you supposedly know and don’t remember.

But of course, I had said I recognized him. Of course, once everyone found out he was a stripper, they gave me a hard time for being sure I knew him when we’d never met him before. Except that I was sure I really did recognize him, and when it hit me, I actually said it out loud – he has a profile posted on a particular ‘dating’ site that is aimed at, shall we say, adventurous and consenting adults. I am very happy that no but him heard me say it, because then I would have had to explain how I happened to SEE his profile on that site. And I don’t know if I’d be able to explain that I was given a membership as a gag gift last year, because seriously, who would believe it?

But it gave me something else to worry about. I have friends that have given me a stripper, and a membership to a hook-up site. Is it them, or is it me?

By: mepsipax

mepsipax — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 03:41:01 +0000

wow…I am never coming to your parties..I have this thing about balls on my forehead. It ain’t gonna happen. At least they smelled good.

By: phd in yogurtry

phd in yogurtry — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 02:35:09 +0000

Think I’d be grateful he smelled like strawberries.