WWJD

A piece of my next-door neighbor's mail was in my box. It was a magazine in a plain wrapper labeled "periodicals."

My neighbor's a nice guy. He always helped me with the yard before Steve moved in and took over that duty. But he's a man of few words, and I don't know much about him.

So I was dying to open the wrapper and find out what he's into. But I remembered the Golden Rule. And I would be really pissed if someone stole my porn.