London Drugs now selling vibrators.
Gosh, with mom's birthday coming up, too. I think she was wanting one of those old folks' scooters, but she's so fussy about detailing and fender ornaments and anyway, a vibrator'd be a lot easier to ship.
And no worries about confiscation; they're legal in Texas so long's you call them "calf massagers". Which certainly begs the question of just how relaxed all those calves at the Fat Stock Show are supposed to be, but on the whole, it's kind of a sweet image, really.
Okay, I'll stop now.
carefully packing china to the beat of Cherry Avenue from the album "Breakdown (Limited Edition)" by Melissa Etheridge
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Too funny — I don’t think I’d be comfortable enough to buy one of those ‘calf massagers’ for my mother’s 63rd birthday coming up. :)
Your Mom did get one of those scooters. Karl test drove it around her apartment. I thought he should have done something useful, like driving it to the mailbox and back.
Oh, what fun!
The expression “Oh, what fun!” should be reserved for calf massagers.
the expression “and there was much rejoicing…(yay)” works for anything from the scooter store.