The other night a few friends and myself were enjoying an evening in the lovely North Park neighborhood. On our walk back to the car, we dawdled outside The Office so one of my friend's could pop in for a short spell. Tarrying on the sidewalk, we peered into the large windows of the establishment next door. Bubbling with excitement at the new clothing store, we studied the mannequins' garb for possible future purchases. I noticed that the mannequins were all male and sporting large, suggestive mustaches. That's not all they were suggesting. They had rather endowed crotch regions. We turned to look at each other at this synchronized realization. Hmmm. If the cropped mesh top didn't give it away, the name of the store surely did. I don't recall the full name but the second part of it was skin. What I do recall is thinking, "Why don't they just call it Foreskin?" It seemed a pleasantly fitting name.
For some reason I kept brooding over the mannequins and their mustaches and crotches. Are other male mannequins jealous of their endowment or the prospect of giving a serious mustache ride? The Crypt has a female mannequin in the corner window I used to pass on occasion when going for my morning walk. She had the equivalent of porn star implants. I didn't know that was possible, but hey why not?! I always wondered if at night the other B cup mannequins would sit and talk trash while all the males partied with Porn Star until the shop opening hours.
I suppose the big question is, do mannequins face self-esteem issues and how are they handling it? With mannequin plastic surgery or counseling? Also, do they face gender preference issues? Discuss!
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