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Originally posted by Adder
I need a date.
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Two weekends ago, while taking out the trash, I found treasure amidst the bloodstained Montecores leftover from Halloween. On the very top of the dumpster, in pristine condition, was an inflatable woman.
She was not the sort that could be used and/or abused for sexual gratification (no openings). She is short and stumpy, with the palest of pink skin and yellow hair matches her yellow bikini. She reminds me of Tina Yothers.
Now, I'm not normally one for dumpster diving, but when I see anything inflatable, I immediately think "pool toy." So I rescued Tina from the dumpster and set her adrift in the pool. An associate, concerned that some the resident retirees may mistake Tina for a drowned child, removed her from the pool and left her reclining on a deck chair.
The conscientious maintenance staff allowed Tina to remain on the chair, her toes and tas pointed directly skyward. Then on Friday, perhaps by wind, perhaps her own volition, Tina found her way back into the pool. Tina's uplifting plasticine presence has been acknowledged by many residents. The reaction has been overwhelmingly positive, except for one resident who lamented the lack of a hole. I just smile knowlingly in response to this unsolicited praise.
Anyway, she's still floating in the pool if you want her.
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