Syrup
I have always been very vigilant when it comes to covering my tracks on the web. While I was still living with my parents I had a regular procedure that I would follow after every stint of one-handed web-surfing. However, it seemed that one day I became complacent and failed to mask entirely the nature of my online activities.

An hour or so after I had used the computer, my mother sat down and booted up, ready to hit Friends Reunited and locate a new shag for the weekend following my father's untimely death the day before. After a few seconds of typing, she realised that her fingers had become somewhat clammy. She then looked up at the screen, only to find that she was unable to view an ex-schoolfriend's profile due to a large arc of cold jism that had flung itself diagonally across the monitor screen earlier. She then realised that the entire room, though only small, was bedecked in glistening silver cock-syrup. My game was up! Mother was horrified at first, but she soon saw the funny side of it, and we still laugh about it to this day.

Even now, I'm no more careful where I'm pointing my widgy, and I make all kinds of typos when the screen has been obscured with my he-milk. But as I always say, if you van do it woth two hnads, you can doit wioth one!
(stusut79, Fri 10 Feb 2006, 17:25, Reply)