"If you want the soda, you have to take photos of me." Sounds easy enough, you think until he starts taking off his clothes. Thirty minutes later you're at home in front of the computer with a chilled Mountain Dew beside you. Though you should be happy, you can't seem to think anymore. The world seems dark and you feel empty inside. How much is innocence worth and is there anyway to get it back?
Was it worth it?
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I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
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