Joe: Hey!
Lady Evyl: Hey!
Joe: Can I buy you a drink?
Lady Evyl: Uh, OK, sure.
Joe: You’re hot.
Lady Evyl: Uh, thanks.
Joe: I want you to take me home and make me your love slave.
Lady Evyl: Excuse me?
Joe: I could really get pumped up for you.
Lady Evyl: OK this is getting really weird…but you are kind of cute.
Joe: Oh baby you could blow me in so many ways, just pound me so hard I may explode.
Lady Evyl: Uh, yeah that would not …be…good.
Joe: Take me home, now
Lady Evyl: Can’t I tie you up?
Joe: Oh yeah baby, anything you want
Lady Evyl: Well, alright, but you better not be full of hot air!
So that is the little story of how I met Joe. Actually he likes it when you call him Big Joe. What an ego! Let me tell you bringing him home are a real novelty for me. I don’t usually take home a sleazy doll face men home like that…but I have been speculating at the thought of living such an experience for so long. It was just pure curiosity.
So I took Joe home. He now lives with me. Did I mention he does nothing all day, just stands around or lies down? He pretty much does his thing and I do mine. It was fun for a moment, when we first met, but now the magic is gone. The only time Joe is useful is when I have friends come over. I can count on him for making my friends laugh every time.
Let me give you a bit of background info on Big Joe. He is not the tallest Caucasian vinyl guy in the world for one thing: he is always standing (Want to read more...)




























