So ... you see that hot, curvy broad dancing behind the screen you're peeing to see in the flesh, the one holding so much promise you're reduced to practicing pickup lines with the straw mistress titillating your ganglia? Only thin' is you're in store for a surprise, but 't'aint the right proper sort of surprise, the one with the payoff worthy of the praying.
And so it goes lads with the midnight blue babe that looks so sweet in the photo. You see, the seams are a bubbling and lifting the hind end of the BD, broken and chipped in others; and though she might [underline : might] partially be brought back to former glory with a little Ol' lif' & tuck you'll forever be wondering if and when she come undone down the road with the slightest bang & roll. Then you go up-top to the rack and the stories much the same, only the skin's hopelessly far more brittle, covered in yellowed tape in places in an attempt to affix what's lifting free some odd years prior glue woulda' been a deal better at doing. So I left with my money in my pocket because her pimp had grander ideas than I thought prudent to enlighten him about. Hellfire! Maybe, just maybe - actually, Yes, yes, yes! - if the lass were a sixties siren like say, Ursala Andress, then my soliloquy would be much different.
Soap Box A tawdry metaphor, true. But are ya effing kidding me NOT mentioning the condition issues, especially when I asked!?! The icing on the cake was when he mentioned he'd prolly piece it out on ebay, because, mind you, he has an account in good standing. WTF are you bothering with me, yo?!? Knock yourself out. & have fun boxing the BD. But I'm certain he'll mull my comments over & then post it on CL where another buyer will get it for not much more than I offered.
O well - Chris