In which Rollertrain, who works for a major porn purveyor she calls Sexyland, discovers the limits of workplace humor:

Cleaning house for the arrival of the entirety of my siblings, all six of them, and my second mother. In an effort to save money, I send out one of those work-wide emails asking if anyone has spare air mattresses, as we have two actual beds.

“Do you mind years of sweat, shit and semen stains?” emails one of the gays.

“So long as you clean off the AIDS,” I reply.

Apparently homophobia and AIDS still aren’t funny at porn companies.