Come on the Go!

Talked to a friend last night who *always* travels with porn. ALWAYS. When he's ready for a little afternoon (or evening) delight, he whips out a DVD and away he goes. When he's..ahem...done with them, he ships them to me - complete with yellow sticky notes outlining the action, the actors and hot the scene was.

Turns out, his laptop DVD bit the dust - it won't play his porn. And the hotel machine won't work. What's a boy to do?

His solution: He'll call me, I'll put a DVD in *my* computer and turn up the speakers really loud. His term: Mercy porn. Gotta love it.

As a side note: This guy travels with a GPS system, expensive suits and cool electronics. But what gets stolen out of his suitcase? His porn. Always.