Long past a certain age, I wondered if there were anything I didn't know. And that I should find out. If not now, when?
Into the shoppe I ducked, heralded by the blare of a She's Here alarum. Where to put my eyes? So much to satisfy someone's hopes and fears of satisfying someone else's hopes and fears.
Slicks, oblongs, balls and chains: how can they put a price on this stuff?
The piece de resistance? An anatomically correct model of some tootsie's private parts.
And the oldsters lament that the younger generation can only be sated by the faux.
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