Who The Hell Does That?

Time: 6:30 pm

Location: Our flat

MS finds himself all alone in the flat. Instantly, his mind drifts towards the thing he wanted to do for a while now.

He peeks into CG’s room and mine, making doubly sure that he was all alone. He proceeds towards my room, switches on my computer.

The computers logs in, all drives active. MS has an evil grin on his face, he’s very close to his destination. He finds the drive he was looking for.

He’s found it! He double-clicks on the icon and accesses the drive. His eyes are solely dedicated to find that one folder, the folder where he would find his solace.

After the few seconds, he’s happy. He’s found the folder named ‘Stuff’. His grin widens, ‘Jackpot!’, was running though his mind. Double-clicks on that icon.

MS rubs his eyes in disbelief. The folder is empty! MS refreshes the folder a couple of times, but nothing happens. MS is dejected, perplexed even. ‘How is it possible’?

That’s the only that’s on his mind now. He frantically reaches for his phone and dials that one number that can help him now.

*The phone rings*

Me: Hello?


Me: What?

MS: Where’s all your porn? 

Me: I deleted it last week. 

MS: What!? Why? Why would you do that?

Me: Ummmm, I wanted some free space on my drive. 

MS: That’s why we have external drives!

Me: Yeah, those were full too. 

MS: You deleted everything?

Me: Yup!

MS: Even the new ones you downloaded?

Me: Yup! All clean.

MS: Oh my god! How am I supposed to *censored* now? Huh? How?

Me: Ummmmm, FTV? 

MS: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!


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