I’m sure you can relate to this story from WakingVixen. It happens to everybody eventually.
"After the London bombings and while I was in Amsterdam, I remember getting
word that as of late July, packages and bags were subject to search in certain
NYC subway stations. If you didn’t want to get searched, you best find other
transportation – or a subway station without bag-searching cops. Not a
particularly fool proof system.Yesterday, the bag search finally happened to me. As luck would have it, I
was carrying a bag full of dildos, butt plugs, lube, condoms, a strap on harness
and spiky high heels. I got pulled aside and the cop asked me to open my (black!
suspicious!) bag. I obliged, and the collection of silicone toys was right on
top, with a stiletto poking straight up in the air. The cop didn’t even bat an
eye, just nodded and waved me through the turnstile. Ah, jaded New York, how I
love you."
This is why when I travel I either leave my butt plugs at home or wear them.
I thought butt plugs were the drones staffing the airport carry-on inspection stations.
Your remark is the funniest thing you’ve ever posted though I share Lewis’ ignorance–I have no idea what a butt plug is.
“I have no idea what a butt plug is.”
Gob-stoppers for politicians?
–john–
I think ‘what a butt-plug is’ is pretty self-explanatory. It’s the ‘why’ that’s stumping me. (A last-ditch cure for explosive diarrhea?)
Come to think of it, I don’t think I want to know
Butt plug?
Movie product placement for Marlboros.