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Have Pinkies, Will Travel

Sometimes the universe provides a conflagration of events which defy description – yet demand our attention. Two news stories crossed through my inbox at exactly the same time-place axis. One is of historical road trip significance – the passing of the immortal John Houghtaling, the motel world’s answer to the Pope. Thousands of devout motel goers in the 60’s and 70’s prayed at the altar of his Magic Finger beds. Put a quarter in the slot, and allow the father or the son or the spirit to transport you to the rapture. Let’s take a moment to honour that memory, shall we?

Just as this news sank in, another event was occurring on the other side of the globe, which gave me pause: the opening of China’s first penis restaurant. Coincidence? Members of the newly erected Guo-li-zhuang restaurant can chow down on all manner of male danglies – from a yak’s knob to ox testicles. The upshot is that, just like those heavenly beds, you can go forever. John, is that you? Have you come back as Mr. Wang?

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