The weekend before last, my stepmom was in town for a quilting convention. (Everyone asks me what she does with the quilts: she gifts them to us, and other lucky people, and makes them for kids in the hospital.)
So Mr. RK took the unusual step of cleaning out his car prior to her visit. Amongst the mess he found an unfamiliar legal envelope. Inside, there was a DVD that said, "Bridget the Midget's All-Night Gang Bang." Like one of my college journalism professors put it, "There are magazines that cater to interests I didn't even know existed."
I am not making this up.
Apparently, one of his co-workers slid it under the seat a few weeks ago when they went out to lunch, and waited for Mr. RK to find it.
And how did he get it? The plot thickens.
A few months ago,the co-worker's brother's truck was stolen. It was later recovered completely trashed, and inside, the cops found used syringes, nasty porn DVDs (including this one) and three dildos, two of which were described as "in good condition."
"What about the third one?" I asked.
"It had teethmarks," Mr. RK reported back.
I couldn't make this up.
Apparently this came up at a work meeting (!) and another of Mr. RK's co-workers asked to borrow it. He's going to put it in his brother's truck so his sister-in-law will find it.
And you thought your life was interesting. But you don't live near Portlandia, do you?