PuPu the Blogger

By Bob Newland

When PuPu the Blogger awakened, the first thing he did was stroke the belly of the life-sized George H. W. Bush inflatable doll he slept with. He’d been torn between the Bush 41 doll and the Ronnie Reagan doll, but he’d decided he preferred the frozen sneer of the “I didn’t know that” vinyl president to the vapid grin of the “I can’t remember” one.

After a quickie, during which PuPu swore he heard GHWB sigh in pleasure, PuPu arose, and scratching his privates, answered the phone, which had been ringing for almost five minutes. It was Jewel Dyke, to whom PuPu was contracting to advise in her attempt to become a U.S. Senator.

“Hey, Poops,” Jewel’s surgically-altered voice fairly dripped with sincerity, “just wanted to know what color my yard signs should be.”

PuPu replied, “Good question, shows you’re thinking. I’ll get back to you this afternoon.”

PuPu the Blogger knew the answer already; predominantly red, with white and blue tastefully added, but by putting Jewel off for a few hours, he could bill for research. That way, he’d make $500 off a $2 question. “Why do people steal,” he thought, “when there’s so much honest money to be made?”

With the day already paid for, PuPu the Blogger picked up “Klaudt’s Klozzet”, the catalog from which he’d ordered the GHWB doll. Despite what he interpreted as the doll’s enthusiastic response to his advances, he found himself becoming bored with it.

Seeing what he wanted, he logged onto the catalog’s website. Once on the shopping cart page, he typed in “Item #000209; Idi Amin Lifelike Action Doll with simulated human flesh hors d’ouevres.”

PuPu the Blogger then plunged a letter opener into the chest cavity of the George Herbert Walker Bush doll. Tears streamed down his face as he watched the doll deflate. It was going to be another one of those days.