11 February 2011

The Fiend

Harold hid himself away like a hermit.  He smoked pot, dreamed of a hair transplant, and masturbated to online porn.  In the day he was a banker.  A smart banker.  A good banker.  Smart suit, good hair.  But at night he was a masturbator and a dope fiend.  And nobody knew.

Until something happened which would change his life forever.

He died.

And they all looked at his browser history.

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