I'm constantly having to visit my girlfriend's technophobe dad to wipe the porn off his machine that my soon-to-be-brother-in-law downloads when he comes home pissed. The phone call usually sounds something like this...
(gf's dad) Hi, the internet has died again, can you help me fix it please because I've got a huge business deal pending and I need to check my email
(me) err...ok...maybe we can do this over the phone...whats up with it?
(gf's dad) I'm not sure but I keep getting little messages offering me *whispers* sexual favours *cough* and now the internet isn't working...
(me) oh really? *stifles laughter* when did this start happening?
(gf's dad) well last night
(me) what was the last thing you did?
(gf's dad) I'm not sure but I think my son was on the computer last night, do you think he's done something?
(me) *protecting bro-in-law as stag night is pending* no no no no noooo...I doubt it, he's pretty good with a computer...maybe I'd best come have a look...
then I turn up at his house to find on the machine the largest collection (40+) of porn dial-up downloads I've ever seen. I bought him a copy of "young amateurs" last week and promised not to tell his dad if he promised to stay off the computer for a couple of months
crude...but efficient.
Edited by - gromit on 4/16/2004 11:58:17 AM