I prefer my imaginary sexline to be more discriminatory in nature, since my little lambs love it. There's a niche for everything.

The other day, I told this black chick that if I ever put my junk inside her, I would cracker.

:rofl:

So mad.

It totally never happened. ;)

Nah, it's alright. I'm not ashamed of the post, I just thought better of sharing it.

At my job today, I emailed this guy about a project I was supposed to get from his department yesterday and he was all like, "I'll probably have to to you later today." And I was like, "Okay."

How dare you bring that sort of class into this thread?

Sounds like my job. Today one of our developers ran a script on one of the databases to shrink the log file, and it broke my log-shipping configuration, so I had to tell him not to do it anymore. He was like, "Ok."

Also, we had margaritas, because the CEO is out of town. And I just so happened to buy a mini fridge to put under my desk, so there was a place to keep the gallon cold... because this guy, Kyle, we can't trust him... and we know he'll tell the CEO... so I had to sneak the gallon of margarita in an empty box, and individually pour margarita for my boss and 2 other co-workers.

I felt like a bar slut, to be honest.
Not part of my M.O.

What is it with Kyles? I had a roommate named Kyle who used to always skimp on beer money, but never skimped on telling us all about how hot he thought his mom was and how all his friends wanted to bang her.