If I'm seeing these ads, there's a pretty solidly good chance that I'm on the internet.
If I'm on the internet, why would I click these ads as opposed to actually looking up proper porn.
Somewhat-not-really-fun-at-all fact of the day:
I was stretching my neck, and I realised that my hair's long enough for it to brush against the top of my back.
Remember that girl that got killed after being 'hired' by a guy on Facebook on a 'overnight training session' for a wildlife type dea?
Turns out she was the cousin of my mothers workmate.