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June 11th, 2010 :: AWKward! (vol. 88) |
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My sister would kill me if I didn’t throw up a disclaimer clarifying that there weren’t actually any “risqué” photographs on her camera. Otherwise, there are about a thousand reasons not to videotape or photograph bedroom activities. Forget the remote possibility you might become famous and end up with your jilted ex selling your goodies to Vivid for some spending cash. The odds of that happening are slim to none. Put on the back burner the more likely, but still highly unlikely possibility you find out photographs of your junk magically got entered into a “biggest bush” contest by… a jilted ex. Again, possible, but not particularly likely. No, far more likely is the possibility that you forget to erase your homemade porn and accidentally broadcast it at your grandmother’s 87th birthday bash, or accidentally forward a “gape” shot to your boss. That’s right, you are your own worst enemy, not your co-star. |
June 11th, 2010 :: AWKward! (vol. 88)
