That One Time I Searched for Rats and Got…Well, You Know

So, picture this: I’m out with some friends from work, all of us feeling pretty good after hitting our targets. We decided to treat ourselves to Pizza Hut—nothing better than some pizza to celebrate, right? It’s all fun and laughter until that moment happens. You know, the one you’ll never live down.

There I was, casually chatting away about random things, when we got onto the topic of rats. Don’t ask me why—my conversations are just weird like that. Specifically, I mentioned something about Andalusian Blue Rats (no idea how that came up), and naturally, I pulled out my phone to show them what I was talking about.

I start searching for images, expecting cute little pictures of rats, right? But nope. Instead, the universe decided to throw me the most curveball search results possible—naked women! Porn images just popped up out of nowhere, and of course, it happens right next to the lass I’ve had a crush on for a while now. Perfect timing, right?

I panic. I’m flustered. I try to explain, “No, it’s not what it looks like! I swear I was just looking for rats!” But, naturally, trying to explain this just makes it worse. I could feel my face going red while everyone burst out laughing. And her? Yeah, she saw it all. Just my luck.

Turns out, SafeSearch was off. But like, why would looking up rat breeds pull up naked photos? The internet is just…weird. Anyway, I checked it at home to make sure I wasn’t going mad, and yep—SafeSearch. That’s what messed me up. It’s all so dumb.

The best part? Someone snapped a picture of me with my face buried in my hands, fully embarrassed by what just went down. Now it’s forever immortalized as that moment. At least I gave everyone a good laugh.

Moral of the story? Always check SafeSearch before you decide to look up anything in public—especially around your crush!

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