True story...I took a picture of a tent with a spray painted sign on the side that said "Let's sext! 901-***-****" at Bonnaroo last year. About 4 months ago I was going through my Roo pictures with friends and came across that pic. We texted "Let's sext!" to that number. I woke up to a text last Sunday morning that said, " wanna suck my nips?" with a pic of some guy's nipple close up.
Geez, way to make the rest of feel like jerks. "After I donate my kidney to a friend in need, I'll still make the effort to go Bonnaroo and see all my friends even though I'm not crazy about the lineup this year."
Group convo between my mother, my sister and me regarding homemade ice cream cake (also note that my sis has access to free feminine, sexual health and incontinence products through work):
Sister: I can send you some condoms to decorate it with. Or adult diapers. Me: perfect! Mix the ice cream with lube for extra smoothness? Sister: I've got strawberry flavored Sister: <pix message of ovulation tests and fertility kits> Sister: Pregnancy tests instead of candles? Me: As long as I don't have to pee on the cake to blow it out Sister: Ewe. Mother: Stop! I'm separating you two. One in the front, one in the back!
In case if you wondered if my entire family is wacko or if I am the black sheep