Jungle,
There I was in a large New York plaza, with four other nutty males carrying a naked female model across a large populated parking lot and making jokes the entire time. Believe me, it was a good time. We all had oodles of laughs! It’s one of those things that we’ll all remember well into the future. How often do you think something like this happens?
I felt like Dr. Frankenstein as I carried her baldhead and naked torso across the busy parking lot. I knew I was going to chop and transform this mannequin into another “thing.” (Sounds creepy, huh?) My son, and my nephew, each carried an arm of the mannequin. Each of them had tucked the fake plastic arms into the sleeves of their wrestling shirts. The boys were pretending the artificial arms were real, ripping them out on occasion and screaming sporadically as if in pain. Kids. Will they ever grow up?
My father, and my brother-in-law, carried out the long legs of the naked female mannequin while making jokes the entire time about various fetishes. They were constantly egging each other on into laughter. I also seem to recall some jokes about inflatable dolls being in the trunk of the car and a few other things that I won’t mention. Adults. Will they ever grow up?
So ask your girlfriend who’s crazy now? On second thought, I don’t want to know…
Let me wrap it up by saying, I only wanted to buy the right arm, the head and the torso for this project. The antique store simply wouldn’t sell it to me in pieces. I had to buy the entire mannequin, or just pass on the Lady Liberty project.
You know the rest of the story… I bought the entire mannequin.
So what happened to the legs? I thought you might want to know. I intentionally left the mannequin legs up in New York… in my father’s trunk!
I had no use for these plastic gams. (Unless I wanted to build a couple of leg lamps like the one seen in “A Christmas Story.”)
I considered the legs garbage, but my Dad says, “No, no, no…they’re not garbage. They’ll make my living room complete. It’ll be just wonderful to watch my new TV and I’ll have a really nice pair of legs to rest my head on.” Believe me, he’s the one that’s crazy, I don’t even come close to him. So Jingle Jom, ask your girlfriend who’s crazy now? Again, I don’t want to know. ~Angel~