Whenever I walk through an airport, I invariably ask myself the same question:
Who’s buying the porn at the newsstands?
You all know I’m no holy roller; in fact, I love telling the story of the first time I bought a Playboy and the cougar ringing me up told me to “Have fun.”
But looking at porn on a plane? That’s ballsy, and I hope not literally.
And it would be bad enough if they were just selling Playboy. Hustler, however, is a whole different ball game.
“Let’s see … got my Wall Street Journal, Sports Illustrated. Nah. You know, what I’m really in the mood for is to see some naked chicks peeing.”
Just keep your hands where I can see them, pal.
On second thought, don’t.