I'll get this posted before "I found my dad's porn" becomes the next ice-cream van
I was bored one night and decided to check the cupboard by my dad's side of the bed, knowing that there were condoms in there from a previous time. After finding several 70s-era sex shop catalogues (think Les McQueen sunglasses) I realised it would be a good idea to move my search to the computer downstairs.

Now, he uses Firefox, while my mum is still on IE, thus eliminating the chances of her stumbling across anything - so presumably he thought it was safe to leave his dirty deeds in full view in the Firefox history. And how wrong he was.

The first finds were nudist forums, where sad people came to discuss where they could take their clothes off. This was amusing enough in itself, but the best was yet to come, in the form of a Google search for "Blackpool cock and ball torture", and the unfortunate results thereof (namely, leg-crossing-inducing websites advertising the painful services of certain ladies of ill repute), and an actual website with reviews of such ladies all over the country.

Naturally, I set about telling everyone I knew straight away and laughing at his expense. I'm still waiting for a good reason to blackmail him.
(The Worminator I have discovered that Quavers are nice, Fri 10 Feb 2006, 17:46, Reply)