Porn Roast

Today, Tom and Myrtle are both in their mid seventies.  Still very active and always on the go.

During his haircut yesterday, Tom was telling me that one of the grand kids gave Myrtle a new cell phone for her birthday a couple of weeks ago.

As expected, he said, it was going to take some time for her  to get use to the new technology and all the functions that were available to her, on her new phone. 

Last week he said they were driving to the city for an afternoon of shopping.  With Myrtle in the passenger seat and her cell phone in her hand, she decided to do a Google search on pork recipes, since she had planned to have some sort of pork roast supper that evening. 

She commenced to type in the word 'PORK.'  And as she did, she accidently hit the 'N' button for the 'K.'  And what appeared in front of her instantly made her scream.  "WHAT IS THIS?"  "HOW DO I GET RID OF THIS?"  And of course by now, Tom is also yelling... "WHAT, WHAT IS IT?"  "HERE, LET ME SEE!" as he barely missed hitting a parked car.  She had typed in the word 'PORN' instead of 'PORK.'  The screen was covered with very explicit pictures, like nothing she'd ever seen before, or ever wanted to see again.   

That evening pork roast left a different taste in their mouths.  Even though the recipe hadn't changed.

And from that day on, Tom said Myrtle was very careful while doing any Google search, making sure all words were spelled correctly, before hitting the 'Enter' button.
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