Steff Posted September 9, 2005 Share Posted September 9, 2005 As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them. What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings were overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty. One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown. If you've never been in a X-rated store, don't go. You'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do?" "You're kidding me!" "Who would buy that?" Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section. I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour. Finding what I wanted was difficult. Love dolls come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for "Lovable Louise." She sat the bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a "doll" took a huge leap of imagination. On Christmas Eve, with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life. My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours, long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours. The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more. We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner. My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. "What the hell is that?" she asked. My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll." "Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped. I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut. "Where are her clothes?" Granny continued. "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran," Jay said, trying to steer her into the dining room. But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?" Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny, Hang on!" My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, " Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she was Jay's friend. A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home. The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise that sounded a lot like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the panty hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants and Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car. It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember. Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh. Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health. Louise went on to star in several bachelor party movies. I think Grandpa still calls her whenever he can get out of the house. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FlaSoxxJim Posted September 9, 2005 Share Posted September 9, 2005 (edited) I was blue and lonely, I couldn’t sleep a wink And I could only get unconscious if I’d had to much to drink There was somehow, something wrong somewhere And each day seemed grey and dead The seeds of desperation were growing in my head I needed inspiration, a brand new start in life Somewhere to place affection, but I didn’t want a wife And then by lucky chance I saw in a special magazine An ad that was unusual, the like I’d never seen Experience something different with our new imported toy She’s loving, warm, inflatible and a guarantee of joy. She came all wrapped in cardboard, all pink and shrivelled down A breath of air was all she needed to make her lose that frown I took her to the bedroom and pumped her with some life And later in a moment that girl became my wife And so I sit her in the corner and sometimes stroke her hair And when I’m feeling naughty I blow her up with air She’s cuddly and she’s bouncy, she’s like a rubber ball I bounce her in the kitchen and I bounce her in the hall And now my life is different since sally came my way I wake up in the morning and have her on a tray She’s everything they say she was and I wear a permanent grin And I only have to worry in case my girl wears pins Won’t you be my girl, won’t you be my girl Edited September 9, 2005 by FlaSoxxJim Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Texsox Posted September 10, 2005 Share Posted September 10, 2005 With girls, I never had any luck. I made love to an inflatable girl..... Now I got an inflatable guy looking for me! ~Rodney Dangerfield Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FlaSoxxJim Posted September 10, 2005 Share Posted September 10, 2005 What?!? No Police fans on this entire board? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rex Kickass Posted September 10, 2005 Share Posted September 10, 2005 QUOTE(FlaSoxxJim @ Sep 10, 2005 -> 07:07 AM) What?!? No Police fans on this entire board? That was my favorite song from Outlandos d'Amour. Back when Sting HAD a sense of humor. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FlaSoxxJim Posted September 10, 2005 Share Posted September 10, 2005 QUOTE(winodj @ Sep 10, 2005 -> 07:11 AM) That was my favorite song from Outlandos d'Amour. Back when Sting HAD a sense of humor. Yeah, his jazz-rock tantric ass is sort of drab and humorless. That first Police LP is still my favorite. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rex Kickass Posted September 10, 2005 Share Posted September 10, 2005 Ditto that, although Synchronicity is a close second. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Texsox Posted September 10, 2005 Share Posted September 10, 2005 QUOTE(FlaSoxxJim @ Sep 10, 2005 -> 07:07 AM) What?!? No Police fans on this entire board? I liked the Indian better, sorry. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AngelasDaddy0427 Posted September 10, 2005 Share Posted September 10, 2005 Did anyone else find reading this thread painful? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mercy! Posted September 11, 2005 Share Posted September 11, 2005 Well, not painful exactly. But, you know, I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck. So I’m thinking not everyone here has been 100 per cent truthful. And the truth is out there. Maybe. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FlaSoxxJim Posted September 11, 2005 Share Posted September 11, 2005 Fun fact: The punch line to ANY joke involving inflatable love dolls must be, "No thanks, I gave at the orifice." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Art Vandelay Posted September 12, 2005 Share Posted September 12, 2005 QUOTE(Jeckle2000 @ Sep 10, 2005 -> 03:54 PM) Did anyone else find reading this thread painful? Well the first post was ok but it went to hell quite quickly after that! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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