Okay. Think about the last snap chat you sent to your BFF before heading home from the bar—a not so innocent rendition of what you hope that hottie with the body is going to do to you later. The last snap you sent to that cute guy from chem lab two semesters ago—not enough liquid courage for another booty call but just enough for some provocative cleavage. Or the one you sent to your ex BF from freshman year that just can’t seem to let go—I can’t even with that one.
“Nothing ever really gets deleted”—yeah that’s a real thing according to the DailyMail.com. That magic little cloud you save your music too also holds any all data sent and received in the iWorld. Which is exactly why the inventor of Snapchat is a genius. Raw. Sheer. Genius.
Even though your BFF Jill wasn’t quick enough to grab a screenshot (thanks for the newest update btw), that wonderfully crafted selfie-but-really-snapping-the-man-candy-stage-left didn’t just disappear after 10 seconds. It’s floating somewhere in the cloud just waiting for Evan Spiegel to bring it back down to blackmail you for a whopping $3 billion (or more). Only a genius could create such an addicting app that 16.5 million people have been using since September of 2011.
So far that, I hate (and slightly adore) you, Evan Spiegel.





















