Oh, the things one overhears at Phlegmfest!
Out of context, they are by turns disturbing and/or raunchy.
"I love restraints!"
"Just the tip is in the mouth, you know it's not all the way in."
"I'm sorry I put my fingers on your wiggly bacon!"
It's one of those gatherings where several fascinating conversations are going on simultaneously, and you just wish you could listen to and participate in every one.
Quotes are being tossed around and people break out into song spontaneously, and nobody bats an eye.
And the food? Scrumptious!!!
I'm having a blast!
And I'm very thankful that despite dozing off every evening among the crowd, I have yet to wake up with a dick drawn on my face in sharpie. True friendship. Thanks, Y'all!