Sweet Catastrophe

FYI– the following recount may bring about some unwanted images in your mind. Safe for work, just not safe for your own mental health.

So today I decided to clean up the empty room. Jeremy had to leave so quickly that I told him it was fine to leave the things he wanted to toss and I’d take care of them, so I went through to throw things out, sweep, and get started on the walls with a Magic Eraser. I figured I’d just open the windows to air out the room and let a little natural light in when I saw a jump drive sitting on one of the window sills. Now, it’s clear that this particular window hasn’t been opened in a very long time, and the last three roommates have had furniture in front of it because there’s no screen behind it so you can’t leave that one open anyway– point is, there’s really no telling whose jump drive this was.

I should’ve known better than to click on anything when I saw that they were all video files. I really should’ve, but I didn’t. Of course the first one I click on just goes straight into it and wow….we’ll just say the ‘actress’ clearly hasn’t checked out any strivectin reviews ’cause holy flab and stretch-marks Batman, I did NOT want to see that.

I’m wishing like hell that brain bleach was real. Do not want. *shudder*