Not that anything really outrageous happened. But no one would have been there to stop me if it had. I can see it now, random piercings with an embroidery needle, table top floss dances, bad lines (hey baby, I think you dropped a stitch. Let me pick it up for you), and waking up the next morning next to someone who doesn't know the difference between needlepoint and crewel.
Man, but it would have been a good time.
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