Forbidden Fruit
19 November 2008 | 5:10 PM
Let’s face it: we guys like to think we’re pretty smart, especially when it comes to fooling around on the women in our lives. I mean, history is littered with the detritus of relationships ruined not only by guys’ inability to keep their dicks in their pants, but the Keystone Cops-esque convoluted conspiracy theories they concoct in an attempt to hide or explain their transgressions. As the saying goes, “It’s the cover-up, not the crime.” In today’s world, when technologies exist that aid both cheaters and their jilted significant others (or should it be “insignificant others?”) alike, the brazenness of the infidelity and the complexity of covering one’s tracks gets ratcheted up a notch. With so many ways to cheat and so many ways to be found out, you’d think it would create a sort of relationship policy of Mutually Assured Destruction.
Well, apparently not. To wit, I give you the awesomest technical support thread in the history of technical support threads. In brief, it’s a tale of a woman who discovers that her husband has used his iPhone to photograph his junk and sees that the picture has been sent via email to another woman. Her husband, in a stroke of brilliance (!) explains that, while he indeed snapped the picture of his wang, that it appeared to have been forwarded on to a mistress was really just a misunderstanding caused by a curious iPhone glitch in which “photos sometimes automatically attach themselves to an e-mail address and appear in the sent folder, even though no e-mail was ever sent”. Riiiiiiight.
Needless to say, the helpful Apple user community quickly set the offended party straight, replete with the sensitivity and compassion (read, snark) that you’d expect a bunch of computer nerds to show to a fellow human being. Although it does sort of make me want to see the picture in question: the guy clearly has brass fucking balls.
[Via Geekologie]
And yes, I realize that the image I’ve used here has little or no relationship to the story, but face it, do you really want to see a photo someone snapped of their wedding tackle with their hand jammed down their pants? Of course not. Instead, I chose to present the first lower-back tattoo that I’ve ever found holy-mother-of-god sexy.
Posted by Andy in Nerdapalooza