Today I received a phone call from Danny.
“You’re not going to believe this,” he said, “but you just got ONE more birthday gift in the mail!”
This was very surprising.Â Surely, someone felt very guilty for not sending me a gift for my birthday.Â Â When I arrived at Danny’s, he handed me the package, saying, “This person must have felt VERY guilty.”Â The colorfully-wrapped gift was enormous.Â I brought the box home, placed it on my bed,Â and ripped it open.Â Inside was a female blow-up doll, ready to use.Â
“Whoa!Â Who sent me this gift?” I wondered.Â “Crazy Aunt Purl?Â Charming but Single?Â The gals at Poetry Thursday?”Â But there was no return address or card.
“It was me!” said my Penis.
“You sent me a birthday gift?”
“Sure.Â I felt bad that everyone gave you a gift except for me.”
“How did youÂ buyÂ this?”
“I bought it online while you were sleeping.”
“And what did you use for money?”
“Oh, they’ll give a American Express card to ANYONE nowadays”
“What name did you us?”
“Kramer.Â Penis Kramer.”
“They gave a credit card to someone named Penis Kramer?”
“Have you seen all the weird names out there?Â LaKisha?Â Apple?Â Â Why not Penis?”
“Well.. uh, thanks for the gift, I think.Â Â Â But I’m not really sure what to do with it.”
“What are you — a moron?Â What do you think you do with it?Â It was my birthday, too.Â Think ofÂ it as a birthday gift for both of us.”
“It just seems a little… unsanitary.”
“And REAL SEX is clean?Â Don’t worry, the plastic is hypo-allergenic.”
“I don’t know.Â I’m really not into having sex with a plastic doll.Â Can’t we exchange if for something else?”
“Think about it, Neilochka.Â No more waiting for Sophia.Â No more worrying about women again.Â Whenever you want a woman — there she is.Â She is the Perfect Woman!”
“Well, I could definitely save money not having to buy flowers on Valentine’s Day.”
“Exactly.Â Come on, let’s give a try!”
“I’m not really in the mood now.Â I was hoping to watch “Dancing with the Stars” on Tivo.”
Neil’s Penis presses the TV remote control.Â MTV comes on the TV.Â Â On the screen, Shakira is shaking her hips in a music video.
“Oh look,” said my Penis, as sly as a snake, “Shakira!Â You loooove Shakira!”
Shakira bellydances for the camera.
“OK, I’m ready.” I said.
I quickly undressed.Â Â My Penis and I jumped into bed, next to the blow-up doll.Â I politely propped the blow-up doll’s head against a pillow, making her comfortable.
“Hi there.Â It’s very nice to meet you, maam,” I said, and thenÂ started caressing her and whispering things in her ear.
“What are you doing?” asked my Penis.
“Sophia taught me to always do foreplay first.”
“You don’t need to do foreplay on a blow-up doll, you dummy!Â That’s the whole point.”
“Good.Â Because she pretty much tastes like a Hefty trash bag.”
“Just stick me in already!Â I’m getting bored.”
I climbed on top of the blow-up doll, feeling my way to the cut-out hole under the midsection of the doll.
“Jesus.Â I don’t even need to see the tag to know that this was made in Hong Kong for the Asian market.”
“Quit kvetching and just push in!” my Penis yelled.
“Will you be patient?!Â The last thing I want is to puncture her.Â Â You want half of a blow-up doll permanently melted on you, Penis Kramer?”
After some maneuvering, the blow-up doll and I started “making love.”Â Â I was thrusting andÂ my penis was loving every minute of it… but I was unsatisfied.Â
“What?! What?!Â What’s going on?” screamed my desperate Penis.Â “Keep it going, Neilochka!”
“It all just seems so… cold.” I replied.Â “It’s like she’s not even human.”
“We’re f***ing a blow-up doll, Neilochka.Â What do you think?Â Just enjoy it!”
“It just doesn’t feel like a real woman.”
“Look, I’m happy.Â Can’t you be happy for me?Â Â You still get the in and out.”
“I’m not just talking about in and out.Â There’s more to sex.Â There’s the smell of the woman.Â The heat of the woman.Â The voice of the woman.”
“Oy!Â What a nudnik!”
“I’m sorry, Penis.Â I just need to feel some sort of connection.”
“I have an idea.Â What if I make believe that I’m the voice of the woman you’re having sex with?Â
“And how are you going to do that?”
“I can “throw my voice” like a woman, so it sounds like it is coming from her.Â Â Â This way the “sex” can feel more “real” to you, and I can finally have some fun here.”
“You can do this?”
“Sure.Â I once took a “ventriloquism” course at the Learning Annex.”
“OK, Let’s give it a try.”
I started my thrusting again.Â My penis did his ventriloquism act, and it really worked.Â He really made it sound so authentic.Â It seemed as ifÂ feminineÂ orgasmic moanings and groanings were coming straight from the blow-up doll’s bright red open mouth.Â
“Oh, OH, you are so good!” cried the “woman.”Â “I love how big and hard you are.Â You are the most amazing Penis in the world.Â You are like a Ninja sword of pleasure, you apple-headed monster, you bald-headed battering ram.Â Do me, you Captain Howdy, you Cock-a-saurus Rex, you Danger the one-eyed Ranger.Â You fill me completely with your Fire breathing Dragon, your Incredible Bulk, your King Kielbasa.Â Take me to math class with your Perpendicular bisector.Â I kneel before you, mighty Longrod Von Hugenstein, Erectus Nebuchadnezzar.Â Show me “the Wall” with your Pink Floyd, you upright citizen of the month!Â Â Forever bless you, oh, proud member, Navajo nightstick of Neilochka…”
“Hold on… Hold on!” I said, stopping again.Â “This is not working for me at all.”
“‘I thought you wanted to hear a turned-on woman.”
“Yeah, but all she talks about is… YOU!”
“So?Â Aren’t I the one doing all the work?”
“It makes me feel like an object.Â I’m not an attachment to you, Penis.”
“You’re not?” my Penis asks, surprised.
“A woman is not with usÂ for YOU.Â She’s with us for ME.Â For being a good person.Â For holding the door for a woman.Â For helping the old woman across the street.”
My Penis laughs.
“Yeah, right.Â And my name isn’t Penis Kramer…Â Can we get back to “doing” the blow-up doll?”
“It feels empty.”
“Not every sexual encounter has to have harps and violins playing in the background.”
“Remember whenÂ Sophia and IÂ were honeymooning in Spain, and we were in that small town, and there was this man outside playing the violin…”
“OH NO, not that story!”
“It was so beautiful… there was a full moon… and then he sang that Spanish song, “Me Amor…”
“No… no… you’re not going to start crying again…”
“What went wrong, Penis?” IÂ sobbed.Â “What went wrong?!”
“Stop it.Â Stop it!Â I’m getting soft.Â The walls are crumbling!Â I’m melting.Â I’m melting!Â I can’t believe it, Neilochka.Â You’re so ungrateful.Â Especially after I got you this gift.”
“Are you sure this gift was really for me?”
“What are you saying?” asked my Penis, his voice rising in anger.
“I’m saying you’ve always wanted a blow-up doll, and you used my birthday as an excuse to get yourself one.”
“You know, it was my birthday too! Â And where was your birthday gift to ME?”
“Who buys a birthday gift for his Penis?”
“You’re a hypocrite.Â Â To all your blogging friends you go, “Buy me stuff!Â Buy me stuff!”Â But when you have to buy a gift for someone else, it’s always, “Oh, I forgot,” or “Who buys a gift forÂ his Penis?””
“Now you’re acting like a woman.”Â I said mockingly.Â “A high maintenance woman!”
“No, you’re the woman!” yelled my Penis.Â Â “You can’t evenÂ have sex withÂ a blow-up doll without crying about “the violins in Spain.””
“No, you’re the woman!Â Look, who is the one throwing his voice so perfectly?!Â “Oh, you’re so good.Â Do me!Â Do me again!”
My Penis turned red in anger.
“You’re a dick, Neilochka!”
“Hah, look who’s talking!”
“You lousy son of a…”
“Stop it! Â Stop it!Â Stopi it!”Â cried the blow-up doll, stepping out of the bed and walking away.Â “How hard is it for a blow-up doll to get laid around here?!”
She headed for the front door.
“Where are you going?” asked my Penis and I simultaneously.
“I’m going out to a nightclub in Chinatown.Â I have needs too, you know.Â Call me when you two grow up and straighten things out.”
After the blow-up doll slammed the door behind her, my Penis and I looked at each other, daggers in our eyes.Â
“You want to masturbate?”Â I asked.
“Sure.” he replied.
A Year Ago on Citizen of the Month:Â You Decide
That was a thing of beauty. I felt like I was there…and now I’m feeling very uncomfortable.
Want a cigarette?
Um, wash your hands first.
hope you used a condom, cuz who knows where she’s been.
OMG can’t breathe for laughing. What are you like??????
Neilochka does plastic –
And to think I was worried that your mom saw me use the F-word.
Your schlong ain’t wrong. They will give credit cards to anyone. Makes me want to visit a college campus and use a ridiculous name like Weiner Apgar (a good German name, I’m sure) and see if it works.
I said visual..not tactile…the whole thing seens very rough going in a feeling kinda way…not a feelings kinda way. anyway, nice to see you are such a multidimensional guy. I stand corrected.
Poor, poor blow-up girl. Wandering out into the night all alone, looking for love.
“Take me to math class with your Perpendicular bisector.”????
Your post’s title says it best.
John Keats once said: “Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.”
So I’m glad that you and your imagination — oh, and Penis — had a chance to meld with plastic.
Let her go, Neil. She’s not your type. But I hope she doesn’t step on anything sharp out there.
(I’m also thinking maybe the pharmacy got your meds mixed up?)
The catalogue of compliments was brilliant! I haven’t laughed that hard since Burgess Meredith’s improvisation in the end credits of “Grumpy Old Men.”
Navajo nightstick? I must remember that one…
Bravo Neil! Very funny and informative, a little too informative. I’m going to memorize all the compliments in case someone send me a blow up dude. Do they have those?
I’m always impressed by how articulate your Penis is. And he’s been to the Learning Annex too! So many talents.
Happy Belated Birthday Penis Kramer!
Poor blow-up girl. But then isn’t that always the case? The poor girl leaves unsatisfied. And I bet she wrote some “nice” things about the two of you on the wall of a restroom somewhere.
oh. my. you’ll get some interesting traffic tonight when people start googleing…
You had me cringing!! It was like a bad car wreck, where you know you shouldn’t look because you’ll see things that will haunt you in your dreams, but you can’t help looking…
Hefty trash bag?
Hmmm. Now I know what scent turns men on.
*Rubs Hefty scent all over self*
You’re not simply an attachment of your penis? Then you’re one of the very very few…
Wow. King Kielbasa, huh?
If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times, make-up sex is the best…Even if it’s with yourself.
Boy, did you blow that one. Not only did you and your King Kielbasa lose an easy lay, you also lost your ability to cruise the HOV lane and pull a fast one on the coppers. With Blow Up doll in the front seat, and a lovely one at that, it was 50-50 you can push 40mph on the LA freeway. Penis Kramer is way too short (from seat level (charity) to be seen through the window…no point in even trying to give him a fake moustache and a sombrero.
Now THAT’S a buddy movie. Blood over bitches, right?
That was the longest.post.ever. Is Sophia out of town again?
Isn’t Purim over, Erectus Nebuchadnezzar? King Kielbasa! All this food talk makes me hungry!
Yay, I’m a character! And in a post featuring everybody’s favorite penis. (But THANK YOU for not putting us in a scene together!)
Dang now I need to wipe the soda from my screen and keyboard I snorted out my nostrils from laughing so hard.
That was a little disturbing. ‘Perpendicular bisector’ was a nice shout-out to your math homies, though.
Know what’s really funny, Neil? That most of your readership is going to think you made this up….
Although I have been called “Prudence” by *some,*I have to say this post had tears of laughter rolling down my cheeks. What energy! Neilochka, you are fantastic! I knew your worth when I bid on you way back when, and what can I say? You never disappoint! Great post to come home to. Thank you.
Tamarika — You just wait for that date!
heh……..you are just exactly the sort of loon i seek out in the “blogosphere”………can we be blog buddies…….
Well now, if ‘she’s’ the one you’re worried about shrinking her clothes then I say you’re golden. Seeing how the last time I looked blow up dolls don’t wear any. And besides, I don’t think you’re suppose to put plastic in the dryer. It melts.
Happy belated birthday wishes are in order it seems…I hope you had a good one!
Your penis totally rocks!
Mine got me a tie.
Possibly one of the funniest things i’ve read in a while. thank you… and thank Mr. P Kramer as well.
I’m with Laura on this one. Thanks for the laugh.
Your sense of humor astounds. I’m totally coming back.
Thanks P. Kramer!
You had me at “Perpendicular bisector”.
I love it when you (or Penis) talk like that. *purrs*