Posted on 12/08/2001 7:35:14 PM PST by terilyn
Couldn't help but pass this one on! ENJOY!!!
This is an article submitted to a 1999 Louisville Sentinel contest to find out who had the wildest Christmas dinner. This won first prize.
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 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 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, 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 pantyhose 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.
Everyone's comments and their own experiences add to the beauty of the story. I received this Louise story in an e-mail last year, but with the additions, it is sooooo much better.
YEAH RIGHT
I don't know for sure, but tomorrow I'm going to stock up on duct tape. Just in case.
Thank goodness. Imagine the poor zip code reader lifting one of them up and something falling out? lol
What a great plan and it worked perfect !
ROTFL......thanks for sharing this.
You and Mabel give a new meaning to the phrase, "love ya to death"..... (How is that patch holding up anyway? lol)
Victoria... read the beginning then the whole thread....there are all kind of very funny stories on here, I put one too but can't remeber the post # of it.
It starts off with Terilyn's email and goes from there. I thought you would have a good giggle at this thread.
(see #55, too!)
Surely, LadyX, with all your stories of "The Corps", you have at least ONE to share with us of something naughty..... lol
I love your post #46, also.
No one was hurt, but when the policeman came there were more questions about the doll then the accident. How did the doll work, what did she feel like, did she have to be blown up often...and all the questions were by the policeman.
OMG! LOL!!!
Well, there was the time I...oops, can't tell THAT one!
Okay, starting over here..Oh - hahahahaha!!! He really didn't (XXXXX) when I (XXXXX)
out at the rifle range...um...nevermind...
some things are better left to the imagination..:))) LOL
(and I deny, deny, deny the "X" in Lady X stands for X-rated!)
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