3.2/10
The epitome of cringe, and they start bushfires.
Things gender reveal parties need to improve on:
- Being less cringe
- PLEASE DON’T USE COLOURED SMOKE FROM YOUR V8 BOGAN-MOBILE
- Ceasing to exist.
The news has come through that your friend Christina has done horizontal line dancing with her boyfriend of 3 months and now an unwanted by product has manifested itself inside her.
Thinking everyone cares (they don’t), she and her long term one night stand have invited you around to their one-bedroom house they’re struggling to pay rent on, to share on social media what coloured chalk will fall out of a balloon.
“Yayyy Woow!”
An anti-climatic, fake celebration ripples throughout the crowd of ten as the couple begin to excessively make out.
Some people go too far and use all sorts of coloured paraphernalia to provide pre-birth embarrassment for their young one.
These include smoke from burnouts (common in western suburbs/regions), and nuclear weaponry.
The only good thing about these parties are some dad’s reactions to not getting the gender they wanted for their unborn.
Let’s just chill out.
TAH.
The Amateur Hour 