- The Original Inflatable Party Sheep.
- Great for Birthdays and Bachelor Parties.
- Deflates and Stor Easily.
Product Description
This cheeky inflatable sheep is a stag party classic – waterproof and washable in case you get up to anything really naughty! Ready for action in minutes…. More >>
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I’m not going to share the conversation that led to this being a good gift for my old boss, but he loved it.
Rating: 5 / 5
In ma hay day, I was a true cowboy. I had a farm, with cattle, horses, and plenty o dem sheeps. I never did wrangle myself a wife to keep ma bed warm. So all I had was ma animals, and the sheep certainly were ma favorite. I have since lost my farm, and sheep, what with the bad economies and all. So now all i have is this little sheep to keep me happy at night. I hold her plastic body close, thinking about all the good times i had on ma farm with the sheep i loved. Sometimes, when we are bein intimate, I swear i hear her bah lovingly. Oh my dear party sheep, you are all that is right with this world!
Rating: 5 / 5
The title is pretty self explanatory. If you have a friend from NZ (or South Dakota works too), this will be a gift they will never forget! This will provide years of companionship during the cold winters, and does not require food and water! It’s a pretty large sheep to inflate, so plan for them to blow it for awhile.
Rating: 5 / 5
Be warned – this female sheep is well equiped. It’s a “party” sheep alright – a solo “party” sheep. Perfect for a friend moving to Montana – or New Zealand.
Rating: 5 / 5
I used to live downstairs from a professional Dominitrix, so I often learned professional secrets of the trade. Most often these came under the heading of “too much information,” such as where you would find calving gloves, and why you would want to. But I digress.
The sorts of male that seek out such services are vast and varied, but they tend to have one concern in common – “release,” as it’s euphamisticly put. Alas, Males (and females) on the Vice Squad have a similar concern, and while they would no doubt like to prevent all release, under any circumstances unrelated to quickening an Evangelical zygote, said act ideally accompanied by agonizing, non-erotic pain, wiser council has settled upon a pragmatic distinction in law.
If you aid in such “release” with physical contact involving the genitals, it’s prostitution. If, however, you permit your well-paying victim to “express himself” while you point, laugh, and generally replicate all the hideous locker-room traumas of their adolescence while being fabulous in PVC – it’s a “service.”
If you don’t like the idea of cleaning the carpet afterwards – seeing that tongues do a poor job on carpet at best – there’s no better tool than a freshly inflated sheep. It’s sanitary, convenient and humiliating – as well as rather amusing to watch.
Oh, and if Mistress’s tribute was less than munificent – she might just lube it up with tiger balm. But if she suspects you of being a vice cop trying to get you to touch wee willie winkie – it’s Vet strength Absorbine for YOU.
Rating: 5 / 5