A place called Pleasures (imagine that) now occupies a former bank building, at one of Huntsville's busiest intersections, and is making good(?) use of the tube thing that was once upon a time used to transport cash and checks. Now the tube (there's a joke in there somewhere) serves (another joke in there somewhere) as a delivery system for sex toys, adult novelties and other pornucopia. The owner of Pleasures, Sherri Williams, says that many people are reluctant to purchase sex toys because of the stigma attached to doing so. No shit? And all this time I just thought some people were prudes. Of course there's a stigma attached to buying sex toys. Look. I don't give a rat's ass about what two or more consenting adults do in the privacy of their own home, as long as it doesn't involve children. Or hedgehogs. I like hedgehogs. On the other hand, what if you were to visit Pleasures and you saw your preacher there as a customer? That'd kinda make next week's Sunday School a bit, shall we say, uneasy, would it not? Nothing against the preacher, I am sure he likes to get laid and ridden like my friend Flicka from time to time also. As long as it's his wife doing the my friend Flicka thing, there's not a damn thing wrong with a little horsing around.
That's what the American as apple pie drive thru window has come to. Drive thru dicks.
(hat tip: FoxNews.com)