Re: The Day I met a pornstar--post your tales here.
I was in Hong Kong about 13 years ago when, being homesick for fast food crap, my wife and I went to McDonalds for breakfast. The only other non-Asian present was this burly, curly-haired American male whom I'd seen in several porn flicks from the 80s. It was one of those frustrating experiences where I couldn't remember his name and I certainly couldn't ask my wife because, as far as she knew, I didn't engage in such vulgar recreational pursuits (i.e. watching filth).
I still can't remember the guy's name. Maybe if he had downed his trousers and flashed his hairy manhole at the appropriate moment it may have jogged my memory - or put me off my breakfast.
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