I called the pizza place, card in hand, and the guy who answered the phone recognized my address.
Him: Aren't you the house that...well...y'know...tips with...um...porn?
Me: Yup! We sure are!
Him: Oh cool! So, um...how come you have all of this porn to give away?
Me: Well, because I write reviews of the movies for a couple of different magazines, and once I've seen 'em, I don't need 'em any more and the mags don't want them back.
Him: Oh wow. Really? So that's cool. Um...you have, like, all kinds?
Me: Totally. Interracial, all-girl, solo, fetish - you name it, I've probably got it here.
Him: Even...um...(stammering for indeterminate amount of time, then whispering) stuff that's not boys and girls?
Me: Oh! Um, I don't have any all-male stuff, but I definitely have tranny movies. A few of 'em, I think.
Him: REALLY REALLY?
Dude, it was like I told him that there really WAS a Santa Claus.
QWP, Context may not be worksafe and wonders what's in *your* stocking!