Before I have everyone thinking that I am some kind of perverted creature that goes around every Christmas giving inflatable dolls to family members, I thought I would post the story behind this vinyl beauty again......Here is the post from last years Christmas Memories....I'm not sure if this will clear my good name....Or make me look more disturbed...
You be the judge..
Christmas Memories Part 3This Christmas memory is so twisted and soooo wrong, and was so much fun, and it was all about my daddy......
For years my Dad had teased me about wanting a blowup doll for his Birthday, Fathers Day or Christmas...The reason being...Well, you'll just have to use your imagination for that.....And after years and years of hearing him tease about one of these, and being the kind of person that I am (and obviously not having any morels). Santa thought my Dad had been good enough for this little vinyl beauty.....Anatomically correct I might add.....WHICH BLEW MY DAD'S MIND....Silence filled the room when my Dad came face to face with his new love slave....The smell of pine was replaced by the horrible stench of vinyl....My Mother looked as if she was going to faint, and my Dad just stood there numb,broke out in a cold sweat....After the laughter died down and shock wore off, my Parents looked for the guilty party.....my family quickly ratted me out......As far as my Daddy , he hasn't asked me for anything like that since.