From the "OMGWTF" files of my life:
My day job is in apartment property management and, yes, it sucks. Please be kind to your leasing agent or property manager, because they are hated in the eyes of God. No sense in piling on.
Anyway, we recently had a round of evictions at my property for residents that had gone two or more months without paying rent, and one of the apartments featured a real batch of winners. College-age, scruffy faced, tattered hat, poker-table-as-coffee-table, empty beer bottle collection guys. Guys that get arrested by the marshal performing the eviction because they had enough weed to stuff a pillow. Those kinds of guys.
After the eviction, my manager and I entered the apartment for the final inspection. Beyond the general filth and stickiness inside the apartment, another key feature jumped up and got my attention. A thick, sedimentary layer of porn. Pornography. Teh pr0n. I can’t properly do justice in print to the insane amount of fake 2-D boobs and ass that leered at me from every wall, closet, and square inch of floor space in the apartment. These guys had a sickness for it.
While I’m processing the staggering cost of this abandoned collection, a thought crossed my mind. In the upcoming $1000 Feature Film, there’s a specific scene involving (EDITOR’S NOTE: CLASSIFIED), and the walls inside that location are supposed to be covered in this exact, trashy style of porn. If I managed to heist some of this stuff, then we wouldn’t have to spend money to buy it – obviously a big plus.
Thus hatched the Great Georgia Porn Liberation of ’08.

