Yesterday at mail call, I received a magazine wrapped entirely in opaque plastic. The return address was some bland post office box. A magazine in a plain wrapper- that can only mean one thing!

A whirlwind of speculation broke out. I'm known for being (a) straight-laced, and (b) older than the very stones, so there was wonderment at what sort of filthy pictures might have attracted my interest. What strange and unusual perversion could be enough to crack that flinty facade?

I opened it up in front of everybody, revealing: the annual report and proxy letter from a company whose stock I hold. There was vast disappointment, along with a certain number of "We should have expected that!" comments.

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