At the Office

Things have started melting finally following the ice storm here last week.

So, I thought I’d do my part to help melt things by throwing a little wood on the fire. (Or is that “wood” in the fire?)

I found these on flickr at some point. I need to go look for them again.

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While this has never happened to me (yet?!), I find it extremely… stimulating.

Until next time...

12 thoughts on “At the Office

  1. Someday, I’ll have to tell you about that “fucking conference room table”.

    BTW, I don’t think you have that much room in your shop do you?

  2. Whatever happened to that ruler and those two knifes? That also never happened to me on the counter of the shop I worked at. 😉

  3. There is absolutely NO ONE I’d even attempt flirting with in my office, let alone a drunken Xmas party mercy fuck. I work with dogs. I work with the most ugly fucks ever. Really. All blender-in-the-face accident victims. And they smell of cheap perfume they probably put on while travelling through Sears on their way to work: way too much, way too free, way too cheap.

    Oh sure if I had an industrial no-light-through plastic garbage bag I may consider looking over at one of these poor schleps but that ain’t gonna happen. If I were to entertain even the mere thought of letting one of these vomitus blind mole rats to touch me, my cock would jump so far into my body, I’d be a woman.

    No. Not one.

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