because brothers know best

Aug 20, 2005 11:51

Fug. Fug. Fug. And more fug.
At least that's what I thought at first.



So, my beloved brother found my porn. The ones that I have on my laptop. I have two computers. The desktop and the laptop. The desktop is like... free-for-all gig. All G/PG-goodness in one computer. My parents, my brother, my neighbour's kids, heck, even the dog has an internet account (set aside for all his doggy!forum things).

My bad, I suppose. Keeping the same password for all and everything. Fug my brother for knowing me so well. "Most repressed brother ever finds promiscuous sister's porn".

Crap.

Okay. Dread lasted like... seven minutes. Now my brother talks porn with me. Did I say most repressed? Apparently just in denial.
"Don't tell the wife," he says.

Why would I do that? *runs to call his wife-y.* I think she deserves to know that he's not all missionary position.
Note to self: shall buy copy of 'Joys of Sex' for their next wedding anniversary.
Note to self too: change password before parents find the porn. I've got the feeling they'd be... uh...

I don't think they care so much about porn. They'd probably chalk it up to single-divorcee disorder syndrome and will probably send me out on a blind date with... a seventy year old colleague waiting to be buried.

Nevermind.
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