Plas·tic Par·ty.
/ˈplastik/ /ˈpärdē/
Noun.
A social gathering of invited guests, of the same sex, typically only women (or of the same sex), involving eating, drinking and entertainment. Normally gifts are given upon arrival, and are themed "plastic toys" gifts, then drinks, and some enjoyment. Those who come are getting together to enjoy some, "Plastic Toys Fun". Hence, "Plastic Party". This can include everything from drinking, smoking weed, male and/or female strippers, lewd party games and some form of truth or dare. The women present usually get partially or fully nude and masturbate together. This may or may not lead to the women having sex together but the defining activity in a Plastic Party is female group masturbation. Think of it as type of bachelorette party.
(See Also: Tupperware party)
/ˈplastik/ /ˈpärdē/
Noun.
A social gathering of invited guests, of the same sex, typically only women (or of the same sex), involving eating, drinking and entertainment. Normally gifts are given upon arrival, and are themed "plastic toys" gifts, then drinks, and some enjoyment. Those who come are getting together to enjoy some, "Plastic Toys Fun". Hence, "Plastic Party". This can include everything from drinking, smoking weed, male and/or female strippers, lewd party games and some form of truth or dare. The women present usually get partially or fully nude and masturbate together. This may or may not lead to the women having sex together but the defining activity in a Plastic Party is female group masturbation. Think of it as type of bachelorette party.
(See Also: Tupperware party)
"Hey, have you heard that a bunch of nurses from the 3rd floor are having a Plastic Party this weekend end? I'm going to go!"
"Can I come?"
"No, it's only women. Do you know what a Plastic Party is?"
"I guess not."
"It's when women get together to enjoy some, "Plastic Toys Fun". Normally gifts are given upon arrival, then drinks, and some enjoyment. Think of it as a bachelorette party, but I don't think that they're inviting any strippers. Oh, I'm getting excited just thinking about it!"
"I think I'm getting excited thinking about it, too. Okay, thanks for sharing. Have fun. And remember to take plenty of pictures!"
"Oh, I will!"
"Can I come?"
"No, it's only women. Do you know what a Plastic Party is?"
"I guess not."
"It's when women get together to enjoy some, "Plastic Toys Fun". Normally gifts are given upon arrival, then drinks, and some enjoyment. Think of it as a bachelorette party, but I don't think that they're inviting any strippers. Oh, I'm getting excited just thinking about it!"
"I think I'm getting excited thinking about it, too. Okay, thanks for sharing. Have fun. And remember to take plenty of pictures!"
"Oh, I will!"
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