This will teach me for snooping.
What was it . . . Thursday night? Friday A.M.? I was tired, exhausted, but for whatever reason I couldn't sleep. Probably anticipation of vacation (expectation of emancipation?) was keeping me up. I shoulda just read since even the most informative and entertaining book puts me right out anymore. But in the middle of the night your brain isn't firing on all cylinders and judgement isn't what it should be.
Funny thing about porn: after a while the same ol' sites start seeming tame and tedious. The whole enterprise takes on a strangely voyueristic quaility. Sometimes you wonder what other folks are up to in the dead of night. And to quote Carlin: "Sometimes I have evil thoughts!"
The long and the short of it is, motivated by boredom and lack of sleep, I brushed off my Mad Hacking Skillz and wormed my way into sub_musashi's computer. Sure, I knew it was wrong, but I knew there would be porn there of a variety known only to a select few. Ye gods, when I pondered what treasures I would find in his hidden folders . . .
I had no idea.
That was days ago. Most of the intervening time has been taken up in the shower getting intimate with a bottle of bleach and a wire brush. If I could open up my head and scrub my brain too, I'd have gone convertable by now. Sure, we hear all the time that there are things mortal men are better off not knowing, but do we really heed the voices of caution? Friends, some roads are less traveled for very good reasons.
Funny thing about porn: after a while the same ol' sites start seeming tame and tedious. The whole enterprise takes on a strangely voyueristic quaility. Sometimes you wonder what other folks are up to in the dead of night. And to quote Carlin: "Sometimes I have evil thoughts!"
The long and the short of it is, motivated by boredom and lack of sleep, I brushed off my Mad Hacking Skillz and wormed my way into sub_musashi's computer. Sure, I knew it was wrong, but I knew there would be porn there of a variety known only to a select few. Ye gods, when I pondered what treasures I would find in his hidden folders . . .
I had no idea.
That was days ago. Most of the intervening time has been taken up in the shower getting intimate with a bottle of bleach and a wire brush. If I could open up my head and scrub my brain too, I'd have gone convertable by now. Sure, we hear all the time that there are things mortal men are better off not knowing, but do we really heed the voices of caution? Friends, some roads are less traveled for very good reasons.
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