The last Mardi-Gras type thing I went to was Gasparilla when I was 21. The girls I was with were flashing their tits so that the dirty old pirates would give them beads. Cheap, plastic beads. If they were giving away real pearls, I might have considered it, but beads to see my beauties? Hah! Never.
Anyway, I was just standing there wondering why my friends were such hoes when one stinky pirate walked right up to me, grabbed me, and stuck his tongue in my mouth.
That was pretty much the end of me going to any such 'celebration'. I bet that pirate's country club wife would have pitched a fit if she knew what her doctor/laywer husband had done that night!
Call me a prude, but I get really grossed out when people act like animals publicly. I prefer my naughtiness to happen privately.
