Ifish member Doug sent me this really funny 'X'-mas story. I replied he should post it, but he then replied for me to. Guess he thinks it's a little off the fishing subject, or off color? Of well, fishing is still a bit slow depite the rain freshit; and it's the holiday season
. Keep the joke subjects reasonable. Doug's hilarious story:
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 panty hose hung sadly empty
and grew increasingly
threadbare.
One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and a
fake beard and went in search of an inflatable love doll. Of course, they
don't sell those things at Wal-mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore
downtown. If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go. You'll only
confuse yourself. I was there almost three hours saying things like, "What
does this do?" "You're kidding me!" "Who owns that?" "Do you have their
phone number?"
Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section. I wanted to buy a
standard, uncomplicated doll suitable for a night of romance that could also
substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane
during rush hour. I'm not sure what a complicated doll is. Perhaps one that
is subject to wild mood shifts and using a French accent for no reason at
all. (That also describes a few ex-girlfriends.)
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 figured the
"vibro-motion" was a feature Jay could live without, so I settled for
Lovable Louise. She was at 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 cleverly left the front door key
hidden under the mat. In the wee morning hours, long after Santa had come
and gone, I snuck into the house and filled the dangling panty hose 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. Then I let myself out, 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. He would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some
more. I suggested he purchase an inflatable Lassie to set Rover straight. We
also 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. It seemed like a great idea, except that we forgot that Grandma and
Grandpa would be there.
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. I hadn't seen
any in the box, but I kept this information to myself. "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. The 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 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.
Lovable Louise ( joke thread )
whitewaterbill
... wait a sec, they don't talk do they ... hmmmmm 
- Oh ya, I know what you're thinking, "did the 'Shark' get a little jealous when I'd sweet talk his rubber girlfriends?". Geez yes! Like you wouldn't believe. You'd think he'd be a little more secure about his dolls than that, maybe even share them, but nooooo. 'I've asked you not to talk to my chicks man!' Fine. ..... Hey Nivtup, that's really discusting man! I can't believe you posted about that. ... As long as you have though, would you mind telling us when and where it'll be held? 
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