Just Like Your Mom's Tupperware Party

My neighbor across the hall invited me to a sex toy party Friday night.

I find this more than a little coincidental considering my recent fascination with that Neutrogena pedicure thingy.

And you all thought I was joking about it being loud.

I accepted her invitation and asked if I could bring anything to the party, you know, like an hors d'oeuvre, bottle of wine, Duracell super-pack.

She said that wine would be nice. (But I'm going to bring the batteries, too, just in case.)