OOPS!!!

My friend Andy (not his real name...you'll understand after reading this entire post why I thought it might be a good idea to change it) is an accountant.  He's an upstanding guy.  Honest as the day is long. A great husband and father. A loyal friend.


Like many guys I know (and certainly myself included) Andy is not adverse to viewing the occasional morsel of on-line porn if one should happen to cross his path. (File this fact in your cranium for later).


I don't see Andy as much as I used to...maybe 2 or 3 times a year.  We also shoot each other the odd email, so I wasn't surprised to see his name in my inbox recently. What did surprise me was the attachment to his message:  a PDF of a set of carefully prepared financial documents that had nothing whatsoever to do with me.
Realizing he had sent the wrong attachment to me, I dashed off a quick email pointing out his error to him.
I immediately received this reply:


Dave,
You're right.  Here's what I meant to send you.
Andy


Attached was a photograph of a rather large, rather naked, rather hairy middle-aged woman caught in the intimate act of inserting a plastic disposable razor (handle first) into her rectum.


I haven't had the heart to ask if he had mistakenly sent this picture to the client whose financial statements I got.  I like to believe he did.


OOPS!!!


Ya gotta love Andy!