Acquired an odd assortment of scrapes and bruises, including one in my armpit.
Danced with a 6 foot transvestite in 6 inch stilettos.
Told a very attractive man that I’d take him up on his offer to take me home if I wasn’t married, ‘cause, “I’ve never had sex with a black man”.
Had an in depth conversation about potty training a child while waiting in line in the bathroom of a gay bar.
Had a “You too? Does your mom know?” moment when I unexpectedly ran into my cousin at the same gay bar.
Bought several rounds of Blow Job shots for a group of Swedish tourists, ‘cause they laughed like school girls every time I did.
Danced on a bar top.
Defended my moral purity to a cab driver.
Challenged a group of frat boys to a chugging competition in order to get the table I wanted at a bar. I won.
Danced the Macarena.
Asked a man to but his penis in my ear to keep it warm.
Made out with Poison Ivy.
Had a spiritual moment laying in a hot tub in the rain.
Rode, clown car style in the back of a strangers car.
Danced on a stripper pole.
Rebuilt an engine.
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