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Ha ha ... I once had a friend who owned a string of 'adult' shops, and he told me of an old bloke, a customer, who owned an inflatable girlfriend. He'd stagger home drunk from the pub on Friday night, open a can and light up a smoke, and fall asleep whilst making love with his plastic friend - then bring her into the shop for a puncture patch! Ha ha - she ended up a sad looking woman! Andrew On 22 September 2010 14:47, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]>wrote: > COITUS INTERUPTUS > > when his new > inflatable doll > in his embrace > suddenly punctured > it sent them > zooming like a rocket > out of his penthouse > into the night sky > sadly curtailing > his moment > of pleasure > and his life > > > pmcmanus > q697 > -- Andrew http://hispirits.blogspot.com/ 'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at http://www.picaropress.com/ http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766 http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html