For the past two months I’ve received two issues of Playboy in the mail. I’m not boasting about receiving the magazines—though they are quite good—but I’m confused as to why I’ve received them in the first place. I’m not a subscriber and trust me I know what most of you are saying as you read this. “Sure Dev, you’re not a subscriber.” *Wink Wink* But to be clear, I’ve had my nudie stash found plenty of times on my computer. When I was young, my stash must have been found at least a dozen times. And I’ve used the “Gee, I don’t know. They sent it to me” line. I’m not very good at hiding things; or I’m just lazy. I don’t know take your pick. I find it funny that out of ALL the times I’ve used the excuse, now at twenty-two years old is it actually true. But none of you believe me. That’s fine. Really, it is. I guess at some point in my life I had to learn why it’s not ok to cry wolf.
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