The Photos Had to Go

There was an Instagram account that had some very incriminating photos of me at a club. I asked the owner to take them down, but he wouldn’t cooperate. I had to find a way to get into that Instagram and delete the pictures,, but in order to do that, I needed the password. I tried to guess it the old fashioned way, but I just couldn’t think of the right password, so I tried a different approach. I used an Instagram password hack to get into the account and delete what I needed to delete. It seemed like the end of my problems, but I had more to worry about.

Someone else I knew had seen the pictures of me at the club and had put them on their own Instagram account, and they were willing to spread the pictures with a particular person if I didn’t give them a little silence money. I told them I would think about it and they told me that they would give me 24 hours to think about it. I used the 24 hours to hack into their account and delete their pictures. I gambled on the fact that this person only had the pictures on their account and nowhere else, and I was right.

The person was furious when he saw that his pictures were deleted, and threatened to tell on me, but I told him that no one would believe him because he didn’t have any proof that I was the one who did it. It was pretty funny to see him looking so mad. I dodged a pretty big bullet there. If my girlfriend found out that I went to the club instead of studying for my exam, she probably would have killed me, or broken up with me on the spot.

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