Mars Bar Party
Yet another joyful urban myth that left children agog, the Mars Bar Party was briefly the talk of every town.
This Roman-esque orgy of an event involved lots of women willing to pop Mars Bars (lower rent Taxi or 5-4-3-2-1 parties were relatively scarce) inside themselves, to be eaten by the lucky boys in attendance. If there were enough women, some boys might even get two Mars Bars - yum!
A well-developed fantasy given our age; very few of us had sticky dreams by this stage. The one function this urban myth briefly served was to cause any girl seen eating a Mars Bar to be instantly labelled an orgy-crazed cock-demon, in so many words.
This Roman-esque orgy of an event involved lots of women willing to pop Mars Bars (lower rent Taxi or 5-4-3-2-1 parties were relatively scarce) inside themselves, to be eaten by the lucky boys in attendance. If there were enough women, some boys might even get two Mars Bars - yum!
A well-developed fantasy given our age; very few of us had sticky dreams by this stage. The one function this urban myth briefly served was to cause any girl seen eating a Mars Bar to be instantly labelled an orgy-crazed cock-demon, in so many words.
written by Ty*an*os*uru* Fle*, approved by Log
Oh! Oh! I drew a picture of a Mars Bar Party during a german exchange visit. Featuring Florian, who was the brother of one of the german girls.
We were under the impression that continental europe was a liberal, eurotrashesque utopia of unshockable, if style-less people. So we showed, (and explained) the picture to the german host family. And then had to live with them for another week.
We were under the impression that continental europe was a liberal, eurotrashesque utopia of unshockable, if style-less people. So we showed, (and explained) the picture to the german host family. And then had to live with them for another week.
written by Ka*e S, approved by Log