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Dirty Photos

I'm so excited. I got my first #dirty photos yesterday on the #Internet. They were created especially for me--I'm sure of it-- and sent via #Messenger. I couldn't help but look at them, once, twice, yes even a third time. I wanted to make sure I was seeing what I thought I was seeing: the manly organ in all its erectile #glory. So I had to keep looking and looking.  Okay I confess that after the first fifteen looks of profound disgust, I looked out of prurient interest. To put it simply, the obscene titillated me.

Oh come on. You know it's hard to resist looking at porn. It's like a cartoon or a picture in #Playboy. You cannot help but read the tagline and then, hopefully, you laugh your head off. But the guy who sent the dirty photos is not laughing now. I immediately did the right thing and barred him as a friend. I kicked him off my circle and I hope he regrets his #misbehavior. Forever. I'm sure he's doing "hail Marys"or their equivalent even as we speak. But boys do have their toys, and the "send" must have been what Trump meant when he said "locker room" banter. I will say that the image was well focused and sharp--I suppose we can thank Apple for that!

I'm almost sure my former friend didn't waste any time looking for another female #victim. Maybe he did a lot of "sends." That would probably give him the rush he obviously needs. I really don't care. It was just a #horrible experience, and he's probably forgotten all about me by now. I suppose that's just as well. For his sake as well as mine. We are definitely not operating on the same signal pattern. After all, words are my #communication method, while he goes for the pictorial. And while they say a picture speaks a thousand words, I think his "send" only spoke one word, perhaps two: #filthy #dirty. Perhaps that was a bit redundant, but you get the idea

Still, it was a "first" for me. I won't put it on my "#brags list," but it will fit nicely on my "scalawags list."

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