I Boned a Lot of Fat Chicks in My Time, Too

So right at the end of the day today my boss and I were tying up a couple loose ends just before he left when the head of our HR department came by and my boss  said (jokingly) “You better be good or I’ll tell Scott about your performance”, and before I knew it the following words were coming out of my mouth: “What do you mean, my ‘performance’? Are you saying there’s something wrong with my fuck-stick?” That brought Scott to a screeching halt, and both of them stood staring at me as I told them about Bad Santa, and that this was just adult humor—you know, for us adults—a comment which, of course, also sailed over their heads. Anyway, everything’s cool, but I’m seriously thinking of giving up movies for a while.

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