stories from the office
see, there's this wonderful guy that i work with. he's the most flaming gay i know but at the same time he's the most concervative person i have ever met. a delicious combination i can tell you. he's like a one man's travelling entertainment show.
well. today, he was telling a story abt a recent date of his that didn't quite go all rosy. apparently his unfortunate date was not that well equipped...
well. today, he was telling a story abt a recent date of his that didn't quite go all rosy. apparently his unfortunate date was not that well equipped...
"you see darling, it was when he dropped those pants that i just knew it was not going to work. you know how it is, three inches just doesn't do the trick. well, i didn't want to be mean, but i had to say something. so i said: sweetheart. i'm fat. look at my arse. you're going to need more than that to get past the grand canyon..."i nearly fell off my chair. funny as fuck this guy. funny as fuck. now i'm going to think of him every time i hear the grand canyon mentioned. heh.
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I have "that guy" at my work too. He always asks me "How's my boyfriend?" refering to my personal hottie and I always say "he's fine". So last time he walked by me and said that I happened to be slurping on a big Rocket Icey pop (quite phalic) and my response was (in a ditsy voice) "you'd think I'd get tired of wrapping my lips around somthing this big but it just never gets old." It seems I finally found a way to throw him off gaurd.
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