Porn Valley- Whenever he’s on the road, Arrow’s, www.xxxdeepthroat.com directing of marketing Robert Interlandi always manages a crazy story or two.

Interlandi flew from Las Vegas to attend the recent Exxxotica Miami in South Beach then drove back home to Vegas. And that’s where the fun usually begins.

“I wanted to scout stores,” Interlandi explains. “And it started picking up when we got to Louisiana. But we had to stop at Mobile because one of my car’s headlight’s was out. So we stopped at a Wal-Mart.

“I just think it’s weird because I’m with another guy, and he doesn’t get the same reactions I do,” says Interlandi.

“Like people don’t react to him like they do to me- like girls, everything. He seems non-confrontational, but I look like a damn, sleazy porn guy. And they grab their children in Wal-Mart and run. Like I’m some crazy sexual deviant. I’m just looking for a headlight. Afterwards, we’re putting the lights on, with our shirts off. We look like two Mississippi hillbillies working on a truck.

“One girl was staring at us so hard she hit another car,” Interlandi laughs. “She was checking us out. It was great.”

“Then we go to Lafayette, Louisiana because one of my friends owns a store there,” Interlandi continues. “We were going to go there and pass out some samples of the Deep Throat energy drink, www.deepthroatenergy.com

“They have a street festival there where the whole city is hoppin’ like Santa Monica’s farmers market where everyone just walks around. It’s really cool. So we’re walking around and the models that we booked all flaked on us so we talked to a couple hundred hot chicks to get them to take rides on our mechanical bull. We should have had a camera. Some chicks were shocked. Some chicks were into it. You get a full spectrum.”

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“So we’d tell a girl, you’re hot- do you want to be a promotional model? Then we tell them what it is- it’s the Deep Throat Energy drink, and you have to ride a mechanical bull. They’re going, what!? But it was fun.”

“Then we went to Houston. We were sunburnt and baked.”

Interlandi then decided to grab a plane for the rest of the trip home.

“On my way to the airport I’m wearing a Deep Throat hat and a Deep Throat t-shirt,” Interlandi relates.

“The taxi cab driver who picks me up from the hotel tells me Deep Throat is against the Koran, and I’m going to go to hell because the law doesn’t like Deep Throat.”

“I always told you, you were a Koran violator,” I tell Interlandi. “And you’re going to hell. There’s no two ways about it. And you’re going to need a few cases of that energy drink where you’re going.”

“I tell the cab driver, you die as a martyr, you get 40 Virgins,” says Interlandi.

“Who wants 40 Virgins? I’d rather have 40 porn stars because they know how to have sex. I tell him those going to heaven are no fun. You think there’s going to be an open bar in heaven? I think heaven is a bad marketing plan. Hell is going to be like Vegas with lots of strippers, prostitutes, all that fun stuff.”

To top it off, as Interlandi’s going through the airport he gets selected for secondary screening.

“I go do I have to do a cavity search? The security guy laughs no, but just come over here. They, like, go through my whole bag, swab my shoes, my hat; they take apart my whole cell phone and swab it. They go through all my bags.”

While at Exxxotica, Interlandi said not only did he sell maybe five pallets-worth of energy drinks, he picked up a northern and southern Florida distributor as well.

“And I just broke LA County,” he adds. “It’s finally rolling for me.”