FRIDAY, 4 FEBRUARY, 2000, PHILADELPHIA |
Ive been a horribly naughty slutty awful person for the last week. Its great. I feel ten years younger, even if I look 20 years older. But it takes its toll on my day-life. I have not a soupçon of interest in being at work today, despite the good mood everyones in, the beauty of the campus in the snow, and the king cake that Terry brought back from McKenzies in New Orleans the other day. (I got the plastic baby! Woo! Still tired though!) So today Ive been emailing the URL to the Real Doll web site to pretty much everyone I know and watching the responses roll in. Real Doll is a company that makes sex dolls. Or Abyss Creations makes Real Doll. Or something. Yah, yah, boring, boring. Inflatable girlfriends are passé, I know. But these are different. They are made of pure liquid silicone and, like, iron robotic joints or something. A 5'8" Betty weighs something like 382 pounds Oh honey. Put your arm around me. Unnnnngh! Cant! Breathe! Must! Remove! Arm! From! Neck! Lights! Going! Dim! Call! 911! So these ridiculously mammarial ooze-filled fembots that weigh as much as a Steinway and boast just the same amount of tonal purity cost a mere $5k+. They come in different races, different faces, different wigs, body types, tit sizes, shaved/stubbly, whatever. Theyre working on a male Real Doll that the public is eagerly anticipating. And with little wonder! I just dont know. Im a remarkably tolerant, open-minded person. I believe everyone should have at least three kinks they wouldnt dare divulge to their parents. (Except for me of course. Ya hear, mom and dad? Totally kink-free. Uh-huh.) And no kink is too bizarre as long as it doesnt hurt nobody, right? Am I right? Im right here, right? But gracious Mary, Mother-to-Be! Over five thousand dollars for a dolly? Do you have any idea of the killer computer system one could buy for that money. Or, hey, yummier yet, a nice colour laser printer. Or a car. Or a trip around the world, ferchrissakes!
(I like my dates able to stand 300% elongation.) (Provides stress-free companionship?) Sex makes people so silly, dont you think? Maybe its better to play with a doll, so no one else sees how silly youre being. I wonder if they ship the dames in a coffin-like box, or put them on a plane with a note tacked to their bra, or what? Anyway, I ordered one. Ill let yall know how she turns out. |
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