Lefty-Licker, Righty-Raunchy. <--That was the motto for the night. Anything on your left arm was edible, while anything on your right arm wasn't. It's true, the right arm does taste raunchy (right and left was always a concept that eluded me, you should see me drive).
The party started out very casual with lotions and lubes, nothing too extreme. As the ginormous bucket of sangria emptied, the products (and the people) started getting crazier and crazier. By the time the margarita bucket was done and a new sangria bucket started, my throat and cheeks hurt from laughing so much.
To protect the privacy of the party-goers, I actually won't be posting all of the pictures and videos. I know I would be less than thrilled to find a picture of myself licking a big dong on someone's Facebook (which may happen), so I just can't do that to someone else.
I would like to leave you with this though, something to think over while you're bored or whatever:
ETA: And seriously, why the eff is E so much bigger than D? It's like double the size. And there's no happy medium there, it's just like, if you can't handle the massive E-sized hog, you're stuck with a much smaller (although still humongous) D-size. I'm just... whoa. Mind boggling for sure.
ETA again: Where the hell would you store that thing? It's not like you could just throw it in a drawer, you wouldn't be able to fit anything else in there. Oh man.