Someone to Delete

I have a pact with my best friend Ally. In the event of my death, it is her duty to find my phone and computer and delete all my search history, bookmarks, embarrassing emails, etc. She has my passwords and my full permission to invade every inch of privacy to protect me from shame. Why? This is why. The open windows on my phone this morning.

Obviously, I want to be on AD. Obviously.

Corgi giraffe, nothing weird there.

Just looking at backpacks, no big deal.

Oh wait, looking at the same backpacks in a different window. Obsessed.

An image search for numbers....

And this. Which was presented to me by my friend Mark when I was wondering if certain people were Jewish. Very helpful.

It's for research, but still funny.

And that's NOTHING compared to what they are sometimes. That, friends, is why I have a Deleter.