Listen to your Mum.
My mum used to get onto me for eavesdropping. Which is just fucking funny, considering my current occupation, no? I mean what do I do, basically: I apply my childhood penchant for being a sneaky, spying wanker to new and compex situations.
The problem, as my mum explained it to me at age 6 (and then again, several times a year until she died) is that once you gain information through subterfuge (although I believe the phrase she used was 'by being a sneaking little git') is that you can't ever un-know it. Yet you have to continue on with things as though you don't know it, because you can't let anyone know how you found out.
Complicated.
The moral of this story is: do not rent (or otherwise contrive to obtain) pornographic material involving a girl whom you will continue to encounter on a daily basis, especially if you already have trouble forming coherent thought or speech in said girl's presence as it is.
Note to self: She is FIFTEEN years younger than you, you ridiculous tosser. Nearly young enough to be your fucking daughter.
The problem, as my mum explained it to me at age 6 (and then again, several times a year until she died) is that once you gain information through subterfuge (although I believe the phrase she used was 'by being a sneaking little git') is that you can't ever un-know it. Yet you have to continue on with things as though you don't know it, because you can't let anyone know how you found out.
Complicated.
The moral of this story is: do not rent (or otherwise contrive to obtain) pornographic material involving a girl whom you will continue to encounter on a daily basis, especially if you already have trouble forming coherent thought or speech in said girl's presence as it is.
Note to self: She is FIFTEEN years younger than you, you ridiculous tosser. Nearly young enough to be your fucking daughter.