1. He's writing a paper for one of his classes.
2. He's looking at porn.
I've chosen to believe it's option #1, because if it was option 2, it would have to be something really vile that he would feel the need to shut the door and keep me out. Like worse than "Honey! Come here, you gotta see this!"
Needless to say, my boyfriend and I tend to have strange but compatible senses of humor. Two words: Goldfish porn. PETA would not be amused.
We, however, thought it was hysterical.
To be fair, he's really in there writing a paper and I know that. Also in our defense, we aren't some depraved porn-watching pair of sickos. Sometimes we watch things like this:
What's the deal with the remote control? Like, how is sodomizing yourself with a universal remote going to teach your mom a lesson about canceling your World of Wafcraft account? Oh yeah, and why in God's name did you leave your pants on when trying it? I'm just sayin. Logistics, kid. The devil is in the details.
I know, I know. At my age I shouldn't be laughing out loud to the antics of bored teenagers with obviously no parental supervision and access to too much technology. What can I say? I'm immature for my age.
"Three million people wanna know why you shoved a remote up your butt."
Quote of the century.
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