They know about the clop...

.....oh, wait. No, they don't.

Well, I just got the creamy filling scared out of me about an hour ago. An FBI pop-up that stopped me cold on my way to Google told me that I was in violation of numerous charges like child porn and illegal MP3 downloads. I had to fork over a week's pay in two days to get my online access reactivated.

I thought "Sweet mother of Bob in a taxi-cab, how did they find out about the (several) hundred pix of numerous stages of arousal?"

After logging off and trying to figure out how to raise the 300 bits (ahem) that I would need to get out of Uncle Sam's lobster pot, I thought of something.

Namely, why the hell would the Government, off all people give two skunky shits about my pron? (For the record, in case the NSA is reading this, I don't even like kids when they have their clothes on. Yuch.) (Children are like atom-bomb explosions. It's best to keep far away from them, especially in this political environment.) I never play fast and loose with the music downloads, either. That's when I tried getting out of that FBI screen only to discover that it was piggy-backing on some porn-site ads.

It was a scam, folks. My clop is safe. But, and this goes for all of you good people, make sure your virus protection is up to snuff.

And watch out for the sucker punches like the one that made me feel, for a while, like I just peed my pants in public. (Instead of just in my house.)
(Kidding.)