I travel a lot, and I have to say that I love traveling,
but I try to be as efficient as possible.
Because if you travel a lot, you don't want to have to go
and wait at the luggage carousel for your stuff.
So I bring only carry-on luggage,
and I often travel with Goong Goong.
And...
As you do, as you do.
And I was at LAX, and I put my bag up under the conveyor belt
and into the x-ray machine it goes.
And sure enough, I hear TSA say,
Bag check.
You know the terrorists of one
when you can't bring your cock on the plane.
So I just want to say, for you Portland beautiful queers
and queer-adjacent people,
I know you all have *** toys.
Don't get nervous if they pull you over to check that * out.
Get proud.
Because they should be embarrassed for handling your *.
Let me tell you, so this guy, yeah.
So this guy pulls me over.
I know you can, you know you can see that * on the screen.
You know you can see that *.
And he pulls me aside.
He's like, do you mind if I check your bag, sir?
I said, no, have a look, have a look.
He starts fishing through the bag,
finds the velvet bag that Goong Goong,
is in.
He doesn't open it.
He just holds it up and starts swinging it back and forth.
Trying to guess what's in it.
And then he starts feeling it up and down, up and down.
And he says, finally to me, he says,
Sir, can you tell me what's in the bag?
I said, that's my cock, sir.
Sir.
Let me just tell you something.
If you ever want to end a bag search,
that's all you have to say.
You guys have been great.
Thank you so much.
Thank you.
Thank you.
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