Yesterday, as I was headed to my cube, walking across the skyway, there was a woman in front of me with a jean jacket on that hung just below her belt line. All around the bottom, where there's an elastic edge, it said, "B.U.M." B.U.M. on the left, B.U.M. on the right, B.U.M. directly over her BUM. All I could think was "yes it is."
Today, a woman in a cube near mine was cleaning her keyboard wrist guard. A mostly clear gel keyboard wrist guard. It was kind of floppy, and she had a cloth, and she just kept wiping it up, and letting it droop. And wiping it up, and letting it droop. And wiping it up, and letting it droop. It looked like she was clutching the world's largest dildo.
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