Cristmas with Louise. PG13

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Cristmas with Louise. PG13

Postby h2ofwlr » Mon Dec 20, 2004 9:50 am

I saw this on another site and decided to hijack a copy of it to here at our site. This is an adult oriented joke, so kids do read any further.




Obviosusly written by a woman.
Christmas With Louise
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.

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 Walmart. 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 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 was at the bottom of the price scale.

To call Louise a doll took a huge leap of imagination!

On Christmas Eve and 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, 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 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. 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!

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Anybody have any other funny stories of family traditions they would like to share with us? There has to be a few around here, I bet there are a few good ones.


I knew a gal many years ago who was just a friend-platonic. She was always lamenting about where are all the good men. So for her Bday I got her a man, yes a blow up doll as a gag, and sent it off to her about a week before her bday. Well I ASSUMED she would open it up at her place and have a good laugh. Nope, she waited until her straight lace relatives were over for her bday party and then she opened the present up. 1/2 the relatives were clueless and a couple were POd, a few just laughed hysterically (I bet they heard her whining about the lack of good men too). I received a phone call on my answering machine to the effect of "I'm going to kill you!" and she sounded as if she meant it. It was later that week that she told me what happened. How is it that the comics say.... timing is everything. :toofunny:

So do you have any good ones? Come on, don't be shy... :tounge:
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Postby SCoutdoorsman » Mon Dec 20, 2004 8:11 pm

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