To be honest, I actually saw this in Tokyu Dept. Store in Shibuya a couple of weeks ago and said to my wife, “that’s got to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Gotta wonder, though, just how anatomically correct it is.
That’s probably right; any man dumb enough to buy the thing is most likely prone to other acts of wanton stupidity, like accidentally setting fire to his wife, or forgetting where he lives; neither of these things contribute positively to a married relationship.
Well, I assumed it wasn’t since I didn’t expect to see that sort of thing at Tokyu (it was in the kids’ section, after all). Had it been the one of the Don Quixote stores (yeah, that’s the actual name), then there’s no telling what might be hidden in there (they stock the lubricants and buttplugs right next to the Matchbox cars).