Collar's Frivolity

Every time I see MWY's pic I think of our neighborhood. There's a family down the street who puts up one of those inflatable Santas every year, posed in front of their porch. When it's deflated it looks much like the pic (with the exception of naughty bits), just flopped against the railing as if passed out from a bender the night before. :D

Okay. So I realize I’m a little late to the game - whatever that may currently be :D - and that I'm "off" holiday, but this^^ reminds me of the last time my sister came down for Halloween. I was living in the ‘burbs at the time, and one of my neighbors had decorated his lawn with one of those enormous blow up Frankensteins. Naturally, the thing was always deflating. :rolleyes:

As I drove into the neighborhood early one evening, my sis, who's not known for her reticence, let out a piercing scream. I slammed on the breaks, narrowly missing a stop sign I might add. When I turned to give her a piece of my mind I found her staring open mouthed and pointing (yes, pointing :rolleyes:) at my neighbor, who was on his knees, to all appearances giving Frankenstein a blow job.

Apparently Frank’s blow up...thingy(?) was conveniently situated at crotch level.

About this time the neighbor looked up and saw us. For the remainder of our relationship (3 years) I could never quite bring myself to look the guy in the face. :eek:

My sister still talks about her traumatizing experience. :rolleyes:
 
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Okay. So I realize I’m a little late to the game - whatever that may currently be :D - and that I'm "off" holiday, but this^^ reminds me of the last time my sister came down for Halloween. I was living in the ‘burbs at the time, and one of my neighbors had decorated his lawn with one of those enormous blow up Frankensteins. Naturally, the thing was always deflating. :rolleyes:

As I drove into the neighborhood early one evening, my sis, who's not known for her reticence, let out a piercing scream. I slammed on the breaks, narrowly missing a stop sign I might add. When I turned to give her a piece of my mind I found her staring open mouthed and pointing (yes, pointing :rolleyes:) at my neighbor, who was on his knees, to all appearances giving Frankenstein a blow job.

Apparently Frank’s blow up...thingy(?) was conveniently situated at crotch level.

About this time the neighbor looked up and saw us. For the remainder of our relationship (3 years) I could never quite bring myself to look the guy in the face. :eek:

My sister still talks about her traumatizing experience. :rolleyes:

Can I please please please meet your sister!? :p
Wait.,.. is this the 80 year old guy who watched you do the rain dance? :eek:
 
Can I please please please meet your sister!? :p
Wait.,.. is this the 80 year old guy who watched you do the rain dance? :eek:

I really, really, really think you'd end up regretting that request. :p

And no, this was the 40ish guy who felt he was superior to everyone else in the neighborhood. :D
 
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