Okay, okay, I know all about it, you wouldn't be caught dead walking into one of those "Sex Shoppes," you know the type, with the lovely mannequins lining the windows in odd costumes. Yeah, it gives it a bit of glamour but we all know that hidden behind those mannequins is the wall, the wall of dildos, vibrators and miscellaneous toys that runs from a 14" meticulously detailed polymer cock to some amazing things that look like vibrating tinker toys. Of course if you can fit enough batteries into these things they may do the job, but who is going to walk down that long wall, dildo by dildo, vibrator by vibrator looking for just the right one.
Yeah, all of this happening under the watchful eyes of the sales freaks with black fingernails who are laughing at you all the time looking hauntingly like Marilyn Manson. No, no, one quick pass down the dildoed aisle and you are out of there, leaving Marilyn behind to giggle at the thought of someone like even thinking about having sex.
Of course there is the mail order place, but now-a-days, if the box ain't marked Amazon, QVC, Fed-Ex or UPS then it's simply brown paper packaging, hee, hee you know, the unmarked brown paper packaging. "Hey Mom, there's a package for you, I think it's your dildo," or even worse, "Ah my darling daughter, your dad accidentally opened your package and..." And you know damn well the package will arrive the weekend you are gone, leaving the preacher's wife getting your mail. You'll never see it and my, my hasn't the preacher's sermons really gotten interesting lately.
No, we ain't shopping at the "Sex Shoppe" and there ain't gonna be no plain brown wrapped packages arriving at the door, I'm just gonna grab my Sears holiday flyer featuring the Saturday only 7 am to noon black Friday NOW! doorbusters. Yes, we gonna do our sex shopping at Sears.