Banana Pants
When you work just too far from home to go change your black slacks, it becomes tiresome explaining throughout the afternoon that you had dropped an overripe banana in your lap during lunch.
*sigh*
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5 comments:
I'm sure the guy you had the quickie with in the closet doesn't mind you giving out that explanation.
Loss of self-control sounds good to me.
BTW, is the viberator in the top left hand drawer?
Oh. Ha. Ha.
I did not hear those comments before.
At all.
Today.
All afternoon.
Thbbbt!
Tide pen?
Now that's a twist: "Is that a banana ON your pants, or are you just happy to see me."
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