I'd hit it.

Wow. I like these mannequins! They look like real women to me. Like with flesh and stuff.

You may be looking at what some might postulate as the end of the world. How? When industry develops life-like mannequins, robots that can effectively effecuate the carnal charms of women, real women will immediately become obsolete. I've read a couple articles about companies feverishly working on these machines.
As a man, i talk to other men about women. Over my lifetime the number would be in the hundreds. With few exceptions, and there are a few, the vast majority really loathe women, and who can blame them?
i had the staggering opportunity to watch sex in the city for the first time last week. The girls there are like the girls from friends. Sure i'd like to fuck tehm all. but after that, what would the basis of the relationship be? Never have i met such a cyber conglomeration of shallow, absolutely stupid, callow, silly, inane, meaningless, nauseating women in my life. There's nothing there, empty silly girls whose only interest is the relationship. No wonder men flee from them, there's simply nothing there. Zero. Of course they are just characters, but watched by the entire country of silly little girls.
Alas the mercurial rise of porno, meaningless idiotic sports, whatever, anything just to get away from them. When virtual reality arrives and you can dial up 10 marilyn monroes, good bye whiny girlfriend. Alas...women are like ostentatious palaces, built...over sewers.

Who wants to spoon a robot? Ugh.

I gotta tell you Chris, I think you are wrong. Dildos and bunny-eared vibrators have been around for generations, and men haven't been replaced yet.

I never could get my vibrator to kiss the back of my neck.

We shall see Eric the red
Perhaps it will be more of a virtual reality thang.
As to waht you mentioned, I disagree, there are already millions of women whose primary lovers ARE devices, smae with men and porno, millions and millions and millions. Those facts really can't be argued. I suppose the debate is about when the percentages will become significant to reproduction. And to that I say, wait and see, the future has many many interesting things in store for us.
Another thought before i sign off eric my friend, perhaps if I lived in Idaho, like you, and not here in LA, my opinion of bitc...er a, women might be different. Then again...

Very funny, those parisians. But, useful, now that I think about it. Women have got to know how their nipples are going to look under the merchandise for sale. If the mannequins have no nipples, and then you buy the garment thinking the nipples will be smoothed over, but actually find that they poke through like Wil' E Coyote running into a door, well, maybe that's something you would have like to have known before you purchased the garment. Those french, clever folks. Clever, or pervy, or both. Vive la pervs!

You can mock America for it's sexual obsessions if you want to, but I think our freaky energy about breasts is one of the great things about living here. In a style piece years ago, Rolling Stone praised "The Dairy... Tits are back, and they're bigger than ever!"

The mannequins have giraffy necks.

In France, tits never left. You see them in subway ads, in store windows, and on TV5, recently, in a piece about the South of France where they interviewed a beautiful girl sunbathing topless. Nobody was picketing her, either, or fining the network for showing titties. Perhaps that's why sexuality here is screwed up and it's much healthier in France. Could it be due to the Puritanism here that teen girls react by having sex with five guys in a swimming pool, just as people here react to prohibitions against alcohol by binge drinking?

Where is this pool?

Well, jeez, when a teen girl has sex with five guys in a swimming pool, it's not because she's clumsily pulling herself from Pat Robertson's primitive constraints on her femininity to embrace a balanced life of righteous animal pleasure... Such a girl is almost certainly from a fatherless home, and otherwise unprepared to deal with masculinity in a way that brings happiness. And while having no actual numbers, I'd bet most binge drinking in this country is done by younger people trying to get past the terror to deal with each other sexually.

And this wasn't meant to pick on France specifically, I just don't think ANYWHERE on earth is a sexual paradise of balanced, loving, dignified behaviors. Too much of human nature works against us.

Anyway, you caught me being glib. A country that has as many fake tits as this one probably doesn't have it's mammary attitudes in order.

We went over the binge drinking a few months ago. The drinking age in the U.K. is 18 and they are probably heartier binge drinkers than Americans. It has nothing to do with the drinking age or religion. It's due to the way choose to socialize in the Anglosphere.

http://www.ias.org.uk/factsheets/binge-drinking.pdf

people suck, we ought to nuke the ice caps and hopefully the next time a higher lifeform evolves it wont fuck over the planet and themselves

I didn't want to say anything Amy, but there are a lot of negative people around here.

I wonder if "everybody hates chris" is REALLY the mischievously provocative, fascinatingly edgy, adorable good-time guy he comes across as in print?

Well, Jody, I think you've understated my qualities. but yes, I really am that teriffic.
My interest in cloning is that someday I may be cloned so I could date myself.

[quote]It's due to the way choose to socialize in the Anglosphere.[/quote]

yeah, but they're ENGLISH. you'd need to drink a lot, too, before you had sex w/ an englishman/woman.

family guy quote: 'the english are a beautiful people, not physically, of course....'

disclaimer: it's a joke. and have you seen all the cute english chicks on hotornot.com? yeah, i'm bored while deployed. i'd sure love to get pissed and get knackered in their knickers!

Jody, my darling, I can be reached directly at
(818)765-8800 most days after 11:00. Would you like to go swimming?

Sie steigerte das Tempo und fragte: "Gut so? Mache ich das so richtig?" Unaufgefordert nahm sie die Rute in den Mund, so tief sie konnte, begann mit ruckhaften Stößen, blies in einem vulgären Stil, der eher zu einer 40jährigen Puffmutter gepaßt hätte, als denn zu solch einem zarten, jungen Mädchen. In Abständen legte sie eine Pause ein und machte mit der Hand weiter, wobei sie mit der anderen Hand seine Hoden massierte, sie rieb seine Eier, ohne zu fest zu drücken, hielt auch mal kurz inne und genoß seine Qual, um dann umso heftiger fortzufahren. Ralfs Atem ging heftig.