Sir Drifterwood:
True story: I was given a similar giant blow-up penis as a gag gift when I lived in a cozy house on Nob Hill in San Francisco. I kept it in the living room because it sort of fit the place. Over time friends decorated it with a cowboy outfit, including a very spiffy (and giant) cowboy hat. One afternoon business associates knocked on my door asking if I would let a woman they knew who had been born and grew up in my house have a look and see what it looked like after moving out of it 60 years earlier. I didn't even think about the giant penis in the living room when I said "Yes, of course." They escorted a stunningly well-groomed and incredibly refined woman of about 70 years-old into my home and introduced her as Mrs. Sally Eccles, the widow of Mariner (sp?) Eccles, a banker and one of the original architects of the Federal Banking System. Sally had the deportment and manners of a different century. It was as if Edith Wharton had come to call.
Mrs. Eccles was thrilled to check out her childhood home and showed me places where her family hid liquor during prohibition and some other secret openings in the floors and walls of my old "painted lady." I put out a formal spread of coffee and tea for us in the dining room and all in all it was a very good visit. As she said goodbye at the door her last comment was "Nice cock you've got there." nodding to the blow-up in the living room. Sally became and remained a dear friend until her death in her late 80's. For her 80th birthday I sent her her own giant blow-up penis as a gift. I still have her thank you note telling me how much she enjoyed displaying it in her own foyer for "special" occasions.
I suppose the lesson to be learned from my experience is that one can never have too big of a cock.