I was out all last night, hosting an open mic night. It's a lot like babysitting.
I get up this morning and find out that while I was out, a guest who has been staying with us for a few weeks downloaded a whole bunch of marketing tracker software and porno software to my computer. I open the internet explorer...brand new home page....internet gambling casino software open and running, two different file sharing programs open and running, some kind of marketing ad-bot software sending me shit. So I just spent that last couple of hours trying to scrub it. Then I check my email, and naturally, I have 23 new emails from online gambling and schoolgirl sluts. I'm so pissed. Every sleazebag has my address now. Thank god L. Ron Hubbard doesn't.
I get up this morning and find out that while I was out, a guest who has been staying with us for a few weeks downloaded a whole bunch of marketing tracker software and porno software to my computer. I open the internet explorer...brand new home page....internet gambling casino software open and running, two different file sharing programs open and running, some kind of marketing ad-bot software sending me shit. So I just spent that last couple of hours trying to scrub it. Then I check my email, and naturally, I have 23 new emails from online gambling and schoolgirl sluts. I'm so pissed. Every sleazebag has my address now. Thank god L. Ron Hubbard doesn't.
er:
maybe you could put something unexpected in his bed. or leave some poop in the toilet. oooooh or leave some poop in his bed. no, nevermind, cause really that's in your house. that picture by the way is horrible. she looks like a dying alien. k has been waiting for me to shave her this time, but i don't know if i can handle that--