My birthday is in January. Twice since I married my bride, she has thrown me surprise, 'Poor Taste' , birthday parties.
The invitations were stained with jelly and coffee. The people all came in clothes that were in poor taste. The gifts were in poor taste. The food was in poor taste and usually served with inadequate silverware of napkins. There have been more than one food fight and whoopi cushions. I recieved a wooden 5 wood as a gift. It had been chewed up by the dog and the handle was rusty. I had a gift wrapped in a used dog food sack. I have recieved a wig, viagra pills, prune juice, dandruff control shampoo, deodorant, and the list goes on and on. I've been asked how old I was, and how many years I thought I had left. At the last one we had guests who had traveled 6 hours to attend. Some guests wore poorly applied make-up, curlers, clothes that were too tight and too loose or had printing on them that should have been reserved for a fraternity party. Some clothing was dirty and a few blackened tooth's were there. I was invited to pull people's fingers a few times. All in all pretty wierd but memorable.. At the one for my Big 50, Marilyn gave me a BMW. A tray of cookies that looked like dog poop, in the shape of the letter W. (BMW, get it) Her centerpieces were made from moldy fruit and some were of dead flowers. I am always surprised at the effort this woman will go to. Or not go to.
Poor Taste Birthday Parties, give it a try. Funny stuff.