CSB: Back in my post divorce days after I had moved into my new digs 25+ years ago, I thought I would mark the occasion by grilling some burgers with my kid on my custody night. Turns out I was a little light on cutlery after the divorce and had to wash my pvc plumbing saw in order to use it to cut the tomatoes for the burgers.
I told my group of friends about the incident and being poor at the time, they decided to throw a "shit for jiggy" party.
Along with pathetic divorced father gifts like tv trays and terrible wall hangings, I got one of the classic blow up sex dolls. Since I was a big George Jones fan, they named her Tammy KY.
Well Tammy got folded up and put on the top shelf of my bedroom closet.
I forgot to mention that, also being poor at the time, I had purchased a small farmhouse on 6 acres for my new digs. The property was nice enough, but the house had no heating or cooling and needed a lot of work(another reason I had no money).
Anyway, about a year later, I had scraped together enough money to put in some central heat and ac that a buddy of mine was doing with some help from me.
One of the grills needed a duct channel that passed right by (you guessed it) the top shelf in my closet where Tammy was. So my buddy is up there fishing around and moving stuff off of the shelf when Tammy falls off the shelf and opens her legs up on the floor.
I was like:
and proceeded to tell him the above story and he was like:
...Tammy eventually made her way to a white elephant xmas party.