The part of my brain, the morbidly curious sector, has me rubbernecking the posts on here... against my better judgement. The intellectual cell in the far corner of my brain keeps screaming at me to get on with something more useful.
On one hand, I want to behave responsibly and respectfully and demand our administration get to the bottom of this "crime"... but the Charlie Sheen character in my head keeps asking to get a copy of those pictures.
I'd love to step in the middle of this, solve the mystery, punish the guilty and reward the innocent... but I have a strong feeling I would learn what life is like for my buddy who has 4 daughters and his mother-in-law living with him. Poor bastard.