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(26 People Likes) Why is the “Dutch woman” a rattan doll or a cheap plastic sex doll? Where does it come from?
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because she does Sex doll Baratas I don’t have tantrums or noncommittal phobias. She’s as relaxed as you want her to be; Nowadays a doll can have an individual personality. And if it’s not for a partner, then it can be just for fun and to satisfy sexual needs, simple as that. Even the porn industry has noticed the sudden rise of dolls in the real world. This is precisely why they are integrating more and more media related to these love dolls. Some of today’s top porn sites
(86 Likes) Who invented the inflatable dolls?
I was born of this commandment in the Bible not to make a carved image or likeness of anything from the heavens above or below (blah blah blah.) To d Sex doll Baratas That would be idolatry or something, and only pagans would do such nonsense, right? This thinking probably frightened many people. So some marketing geniuses in the “old days” started churning out these suckers: Because we all know that “hell sells” and boy did it ever do! A toy revolution was born and suddenly every Victorian girl wanted a horrid companion with a porcelain head and button eyes to watch over her in the nursery. Oops! These were some seriously insane “carved pictures” if you ask me. As a little girl and as a guest in my aunt’s “doll room” (ah, she was a collector, you know, and proud of her acquisitions) I was so persecuted that I’ve loathed dolls ever since. I can’t even be in the same room with one without getting goosebumps. They give me the Fantods. Visiting my aunt’s house as a little girl, I would find myself tucked into bed in the “doll’s room” while the moonlight filtered through the slats of the blinds and into her glassy, death-staring eyes. Terrible moments. I would take the “one meter leap” to avoid what was lurking under the bed, ready to grab me with its claws and sneak across the floor where these dolls were on display, one at a time face the wall. I couldn’t sleep with them staring at me like that. Then I threw myself back into the bed from the middle of the room, avoiding what was underneath and crawling terrified under the “magic blankets”. For some reason I thought blankets were the “safe zone”. Once among them, no “monster” could get me. In the morning, when Auntie was in my room to wake me up, I would dread seeing those dolls turned upside down again, face out! Their horrid faces staring at me once more, and their cold pale death stares piercing my racing heart! All I knew was that in the middle of the night those hell puppets came to life and turned to get me. How else could they have turned
(95 People Likes) What’s the point of living and dying if there’s “heaven”?
the one true inflatable doll. He played his usual tricks, poking around on his guitar and mumbling incoherently. “Hello Jimmy!” I said cheerfully to him. He stopped playing and looked me straight in the eye with one of those death looks he’s so famous for. It’s the kind of stare that makes you wonder whether to reach for a handgun or a straitjacket. Then he resumed his game. “How are you today?” I asked, this time with a more concerned tone. He stopped playing again. This time he placed his guitar next to his Holy Chair of Stuffed Monkeys. Then he pulled his large 24-ounce can of malt liquor from behind the chair and took half a dozen heavy gulps. Finally he spoke. In fact, for all the next few blocks to hear, he yelled, “I’LL BURN THIS WHOLE TOWN!” You see, according to the Gospel of Saint Jimbo, “heaven” doesn’t exist. The believers of the other (and false) gospels tried at times to help St. Jimbo, but could not. St. Jimbo was just too much for her. When they gave him shelter, he burned it down. When they gave him food, he threw it on his campfire and burned it. When they gave him clothes, he urinated on them and burned them (St. Jimbo’s urine is an interesting mix of kerosene, alcohol, and highly flammable hobo sweat). The only thing he can’t light yet is his empty malt schnapps cans. But give it time… Once when St. He went to a place he was sure was “Heaven.” After all, the sign on the building said “Heaven” and that was good enough for him. He was even promised hordes of young vixens and anything he could drink and smoke. But after about ten minutes inside, the fire department showed up. Guess what? The popular Heaven Bordhel Pro Shop in Elko, Nevada had caught fire at the hands of St. Jimbo and he spent some time (just a few minutes actually) in jail (until he found a way to set that on fire too, and escaped). What’s the point of me sharing all this: Well, heaven doesn’t exist because St. Jimbo burned it down. And to answer your other question, whether or not life is worth living, that answer is up to you. Life is what you make of it. St. Jimbo spends his days yelling at cars, threatening to burn things down, playing sick guitar riffs and drinking malt liquor alongside his Holy Chair of Stuffed Monkeys. He’s far too busy to think about the universe or the benefits of slavery. At the end of the day, life is what you put into it. Do what you can to help those around you, be nice to the elderly, smile at children (just don’t wear tinted aviator goggles or they’ll think you’re a child molester) and when your cat wakes up when you wake up in the morning 4:30 a.m. to eat, you don’t always have to throw them across the room. Find an organization (hopefully non-religious) to get involved with – a cause, a charity, something that does something to make a difference in people’s lives. I like to look back regularly and see if what I’m doing regularly is making a difference in someone’s life. If not, I’ll change course. Sometimes that means I’m a very busy person. And sometimes that means it can cost a little money. But get the rewards of seeing people
(74 People Likes) Do armies have their own sex dolls to satisfy their urges abroad?
ars (www.siliconwives.com) there are surprisingly a handful of documented instances of this happening historically. Here are some of those cases: 1600 During the height of European naval empires in the 17th century, there is evidence that sex dolls were made of cotton and used by sailors on long voyages. These dolls were called dames de voyage and were mainly used by French and Spanish sailors. 1800 There are documents from this period reporting that the navies of Imperial Germany and Japan sanctioned the use of dames de voyage for long voyages. Interestingly, both navies not only sanctioned, but manufactured and distributed their own version of the dolls themselves. These dolls were created to satisfy male urges and curb homosexuality. 1900 Finally we reach World War II where rumor has it that the German Navy became the first creator of the modern day sex doll called Model Borghild. According to urban legend, the model Borghild doll was part of the Nazi “field sanitation project” launched to absorb the SA’s sex drive. Also at this time, the Japanese had a version of a dame de voyage called the “do-ingyo”. Luckily, unlike the German dolls, which remain a rumor, there is literature that relates directly to these Japanese dolls. The description of the Dolls comes from a Japanese Realistic Sex Doll book called “The Art of Quickly Seducing a Novice”: “A man who is forced to sleep alone can have fun with a Doingyo. This is the body of a female doll, the picture of a girl of thirteen or fourteen with a velvety vulva. But these dolls are only for people of high rank.” So there you have it
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