I'm ok with selling porn. And/or erotica. Written or pictorial. Seriously.

But when a Catholic priest, complete with collar and slight Irish accent, comes to the counter to ask me a question while I'm checking in Extreme Curves: Phat Girls with its lascivious nekkidity on both front and back, you better believe I stuffed that sucker in a box PDQ.

(Oh Google it yer own self if you must know...)

Whew!