Guys, we're weird. Like, really, really unusual.
People are sharing their craziest stories from Burning Man festival, and I can't even get past the first one. I mean, it just doesn't make any sense.
The Reddit thread was started by a guy who recalled,
My wife and I went to the strap-on-a-thon at Camp Beaverton and had sex next to about 80 other women. When we first got there, I was so deeply uncomfortable that I cried, but then I got over it, and we tried it anyway. We both decided that sex parties are really not our thing but I'm glad I did something so fucking weird (for me).
*Takes off glasses, breathes on lenses, rubs with tissue*
WUT.
That's just the opening story. Here are some other outrageous stories:
Let two strangers lick my ass checks so they could get -20 on their score cards at slut putt.
OK.
Biking to the BRC airport early Tuesday morning to get on one of the tiny planes and get an aerial tour of the city. End up fucking on the plane with the pilot about a foot away. When we landed he gifted us this awesome mile high club necklace and told us that we were his favorite passengers by far. What a guy.
Naw, I'm out.
Someone from our camp built a shower booth complete with foam cannon. We crammed about forty (immensely attractive) people in and ultimately went streaking through the middle of a DJ's set at District.
I need to lie down.
