Nothing makes me happier than stumbling upon an extremely old clip of an embarrassing topic. It always seems like irony didn’t exist until 1999. Take a look at this clip from a 1970s filmstrip of a young boy getting caught by his mother…mid-fap. It’s safe-for-work, so don’t get too excited.

I’ve been in some awkward situations before (typically referred to as “My Life Up Until…About Yesterday”) but I’ve been pretty fortunate that no one has ever walked in on me during a private moment with myself like that. My question is…do you start back up right after the person leaves? Or is the moment totally done? Because I’m very appreciative of the awkwardness going on, but that doesn’t mean a brotha can’t get some work done, know what I’m sayin’? If you don’t like the way I live, you shouldn’t be walking into my room. Or at least be walking in with a riot shield.

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