Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Because He Ruined His Butt For Me "Oh NO!!! He Just ruined HIS butt for me... forever... and ever..." Me weeping to my coworker. ------------------------ Me and my coworker were checking out the most perfect male butt ever. I was mesmerized by it, so was my coworker. I doubt there exists a person who cannot admire B's butt... or just about anything that belongs to him. That man is completely perfect. But B should check himself for prostate cancer, because that boy goes to the bathroom every ten minutes. Now that I think of it... my little cubicle is right next to the bathroom... See, I don't have my own office. I don't really have my own cubicle there at work. I am what they call "a floater." I'm a part timer that's on the company grounds so often, that they actually had to get me a place to sit. So when the conference rooms are taken, I take the empty cubicle near the bathroom. B knows that I have the "floater" cubicle, and he always walks near it. Sometimes he stops by just to talk to me. Sometimes he just hovers around. And often, just so he wouldn't look too suspicious, he goes to the bathroom. Yea, not suspicious at all. Today I realized he actually does use the bathroom from time to time. While me and my coworkers were hanging around next to the water-cooler (how movie cliche) and were hypnotized by the perfection of B's butt. Then... the UNSPEAKABLE happened: he started picking on his wedgie. His butt is ruined for me. I still have my Bf's butt. 9:56 p.m. - December 05, 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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