Christmas with Louise - HUMOUR C&C
 

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 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 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, 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.

Christmas with Louise - HUMOUR C&C
 

"Dave Gerecke" a écrit dans le message de news:
...
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

(snip)

ROFLMAO!!

Splendid!! Encore, encore, encore!

:D


Isabelle

Christmas with Louise - HUMOUR C&C
 

I'm not surprised this won first prize, Dave, it's a classic, roflmho.
Thanks, keep 'em coming.

Bev
"Dave Gerecke" wrote in message
. ..
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 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 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, 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.

Christmas with Louise - HUMOUR C&C
 

On Tue 13 Dec 2005 04:04:11p, Dave Gerecke wrote in
rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
):

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

Heheheehee! I can only say, "Go Grandpa!"

--
Cheryl

Christmas with Louise - HUMOUR C&C
 

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

Oh yes, this one makes me laugh until I cry, every time. LOVE it!

Jane

Christmas with Louise - HUMOUR C&C
 

Oh yes, this one makes me laugh until I cry, every time. LOVE it!

Moral: Do not read rpca whilst drinking coke- I'll get it off the
monitor eventually!!!! Is now being passed round at work and will
probably cause several accidents of a similar nature

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

Christmas with Louise - HUMOUR C&C
 

Lesley wrote:

Moral: Do not read rpca whilst drinking coke- I'll get it off the
monitor eventually!!!! Is now being passed round at work and will
probably cause several accidents of a similar nature

That's what "C&C" means in the subject line. Something about coffee and
? not sure what the other C is. Basically, "don't read this with any
liquid in your mouth." We also use "BW" = "beverage warning", because of
just the situation you're talking about.

But hey, Coke cleans a lot of things, so maybe it was good for your
monitor. :)

Joyce

Christmas with Louise - HUMOUR C&C
 

In article , Isabelle
Moreaux wrote:

"Dave Gerecke" a écrit dans le message de news:
...
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

(snip)

ROFLMAO!!

Splendid!! Encore, encore, encore!

:D


Isabelle


C&C = Coffee and Cats = both need to be away before reading.
dave

Christmas with Louise - HUMOUR C&C
 

That's what "C&C" means in the subject line. Something about coffee and
? not sure what the other C is. Basically, "don't read this with any
liquid in your mouth." We also use "BW" = "beverage warning", because of
just the situation you're talking about.

But hey, Coke cleans a lot of things, so maybe it was good for your
monitor. :)


Sorry Joyce I didn't know that.

And it came off the monitor easily enough

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs