… And no I don’t mean that fun drawer, Sicky! If my misleading title totally turned you off from this article, give it a second thought. The tale I am about to embark in, is genuinely about a fun drawer. Let me explain…

No matter what country I have found myself in, once nested in like a little gypsy, I always seem to have that one drawer dedicated to fun. These fun things come in all shapes and sizes, which I have accumulated in a vast variety of different places. They are not expensive, nor valuable or even useful, and yet these abortive (haha, thanks Thesaurus.com) objects just can’t be thrown away. And for one simple reason: Memories.  Hitting up the dollar store before an epic party night, leaving with some plastic bling and a syringe shot glass? You bet! It’s fair to assume that with random objects like these, along with a 26er of Captain Morgan Spiced (naturally, empty by 3 am), I wouldn’t remember much – Au contraire, mon cheri!

Anyway, opening this beloved drawer today gave me a blast from the (not so distance) past, and I though “hey, let’s write a blog post about my ever-growing drawer of random sh*t!”. And here we are. I took the liberty of giving you a real inside look (literally) of my fun drawer…

Hope you like my fun drawer as much as I clearly do. Tell me, do you share the same passion for ridiculously random objects? Comment below and tell me what funny things I may find in your fun drawer (Keyword – Funny!)

Ciao, Sexual Chocolates!