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Post by ayatollah on Mar 12, 2023 18:05:46 GMT
And other similar catalogs.
I can remember these being on end tables in my grandparents houses, and if always be excited when we got the Christmas catalogs. I'd spend an hour looking over the toy section picking out what I wanted.
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Post by Flying Monkeys on Mar 13, 2023 8:27:36 GMT
In the 90s, the Next catalog used to be a big thing. People would actually wait for it and get all excited when it arrived.
Never saw the point. (Apart from the lingerie section, of course.)
Ha, funny story. At my first job, in my 20s, my manager was quite a fit female and she asked me if I could give her a lift to work one day as her car was in for a service.
I went over and she wasn't quite ready so asked me wait in the living room. Right there next to the sofa was an Anne Summers catalogue. (If you are not familiar, do a search in private.)
The funniest part was that she spotted it and subtly kicked it under the sofa while trying to distract me with talk about something. I never told her that I saw her dildo catalogue, but it did put a new angle on our meetings at work.
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Post by yggdrasil on Mar 13, 2023 9:37:16 GMT
In the 90s, the Next catalog used to be a big thing. People would actually wait for it and get all excited when it arrived. Never saw the point. (Apart from the lingerie section, of course.) Ha, funny story. At my first job, in my 20s, my manager was quite a fit female and she asked me if I could give her a lift to work one day as her car was in for a service. I went over and she wasn't quite ready so asked me wait in the living room. Right there next to the sofa was an Anne Summers catalogue. (If you are not familiar, do a search in private.) The funniest part was that she spotted it and subtly kicked it under the sofa while trying to distract me with talk about something. I never told her that I saw her dildo catalogue, but it did put a new angle on our meetings at work. My missus used to go to Anne Summers parties where a group of women would get together round one of their houses and giggle, drink wine and buy stuff, at least it got me jumped on when she got home. |
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Post by Flying Monkeys on Mar 13, 2023 12:02:21 GMT
In the 90s, the Next catalog used to be a big thing. People would actually wait for it and get all excited when it arrived. Never saw the point. (Apart from the lingerie section, of course.) Ha, funny story. At my first job, in my 20s, my manager was quite a fit female and she asked me if I could give her a lift to work one day as her car was in for a service. I went over and she wasn't quite ready so asked me wait in the living room. Right there next to the sofa was an Anne Summers catalogue. (If you are not familiar, do a search in private.) The funniest part was that she spotted it and subtly kicked it under the sofa while trying to distract me with talk about something. I never told her that I saw her dildo catalogue, but it did put a new angle on our meetings at work. My missus used to go to Anne Summers parties where a group of women would get together round one of their houses and giggle, drink wine and buy stuff, at least it got me jumped on when she got home. Well that sounds pretty good. Sort of like the 50s Tupperware party but a bit more interesting. |
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Post by Power Ranger on Mar 13, 2023 12:43:44 GMT
In the 90s, the Next catalog used to be a big thing. People would actually wait for it and get all excited when it arrived. Never saw the point. (Apart from the lingerie section, of course.) Ha, funny story. At my first job, in my 20s, my manager was quite a fit female and she asked me if I could give her a lift to work one day as her car was in for a service. I went over and she wasn't quite ready so asked me wait in the living room. Right there next to the sofa was an Anne Summers catalogue. (If you are not familiar, do a search in private.) The funniest part was that she spotted it and subtly kicked it under the sofa while trying to distract me with talk about something. I never told her that I saw her dildo catalogue, but it did put a new angle on our meetings at work. My missus used to go to Anne Summers parties where a group of women would get together round one of their houses and giggle, drink wine and buy stuff, at least it got me jumped on when she got home. I was right when I said you like a dildo up your arse. |
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Post by yggdrasil on Mar 13, 2023 14:23:40 GMT
My missus used to go to Anne Summers parties where a group of women would get together round one of their houses and giggle, drink wine and buy stuff, at least it got me jumped on when she got home. Well that sounds pretty good. Sort of like the 50s Tupperware party but a bit more interesting. yep, exactly like that, they all had forms to order things as the items were revealed. Sadly, no blokes allowed. |
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Post by yggdrasil on Mar 13, 2023 14:24:34 GMT
My missus used to go to Anne Summers parties where a group of women would get together round one of their houses and giggle, drink wine and buy stuff, at least it got me jumped on when she got home. I was right when I said you like a dildo up your arse. Is that an Australian thing? Can't say I am surprised. |
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Post by ayatollah on Mar 14, 2023 3:54:00 GMT
In the 90s, the Next catalog used to be a big thing. People would actually wait for it and get all excited when it arrived. Never saw the point. (Apart from the lingerie section, of course.) Ha, funny story. At my first job, in my 20s, my manager was quite a fit female and she asked me if I could give her a lift to work one day as her car was in for a service. I went over and she wasn't quite ready so asked me wait in the living room. Right there next to the sofa was an Anne Summers catalogue. (If you are not familiar, do a search in private.) The funniest part was that she spotted it and subtly kicked it under the sofa while trying to distract me with talk about something. I never told her that I saw her dildo catalogue, but it did put a new angle on our meetings at work. My missus used to go to Anne Summers parties where a group of women would get together round one of their houses and giggle, drink wine and buy stuff, at least it got me jumped on when she got home. Mrs Ygg bursting through the door and saying "Look what I got at the party!" and you grinning and saying "I'll watch!" then looking horrified when she says "No you won't, I'll be behind you." |
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Post by yggdrasil on Mar 14, 2023 9:55:35 GMT
My missus used to go to Anne Summers parties where a group of women would get together round one of their houses and giggle, drink wine and buy stuff, at least it got me jumped on when she got home. Mrs Ygg bursting through the door and saying "Look what I got at the party!" and you grinning and saying "I'll watch!" then looking horrified when she says "No you won't, I'll be behind you." Was usually some rather nice underwear for herself, they did some very cute stuff, basques and the like, I am rather a sucker for the stockings and suspenders look. Wasn't cheap though, had a kind of backwards economical value, the less material the more you paid for it. Always thought they'd end up with invisible underwear at a thousand pounds an item. The Empresses new clothes. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2023 14:03:22 GMT
My dad used to work at the Carlton Hotel before WW2 and they had their own Army & Navy catalogs for their guests to use during their stay. He took a copy home and, although it’s in a battered state, I still flip through its pages and wonder if it’s time for me to buy a gun.  |
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Post by Flying Monkeys on Mar 14, 2023 17:49:09 GMT
My dad used to work at the Carlton Hotel before WW2 and they had their own Army & Navy catalogs for their guests to use during their stay. He took a copy home and, although it’s in a battered state, I still flip through its pages and wonder if it’s time for me to buy a gun. Can't quite see - how much were they? |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2023 21:32:53 GMT
My dad used to work at the Carlton Hotel before WW2 and they had their own Army & Navy catalogs for their guests to use during their stay. He took a copy home and, although it’s in a battered state, I still flip through its pages and wonder if it’s time for me to buy a gun. Can't quite see - how much were they? I had to dig out my copy as the site doesn’t seem to have larger sizes. Cheapest pistol (2nd down on left) is £4.14s and the most expensive (top right) is £12.12s. www.lookandlearn.com/history-images/M433686/Page-from-Army-and-Navy-Stores-Catalogue-1939-1940 |
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