When I was in England a year or so ago, I had the opportunity to attend a Hen party...sort of a bachelorette party. I mentioned to my bestest bud Diane that I wanted to have one of those. But then I changed my mind when I remembered how horrifying the hen party really was. They had the gal go into pubs and sell her kisses to earn money for the honey moon. When I thought about that, I realized that I'd probably only earn money if men paid me NOT to kiss them. Despite my protests... Diane planned the hen party! She dressed me up in funny clothes. (Not really, I had already dressed myself... she just made me wear leis and and a sparkly tiara.) Then I got to parade around the mall and do funny things Diane had pre-printed up on little slips. I got to hug a stranger's boyfriend, serenade strangers at a Restaurant and tell a fairy tale to more strangers. I also had to dance at the movie theater, but luckily a Security Guard told us we couldn't take any more pictures in the mall... so there's no photographic evidence.
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Hahaha. That's hilarious. :D
I would have killed to see that!!
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