Maybe they work at a pr0/n production company.
2: How great would that be? I wish the guy had turned up, if only to know if he was a sort of schlubby Ron Jeremy looking guy.
Becks, can you really justify charging your employer for this sort of planning? And then to turn around and gloat about it on the internet...
What is the point of putting a slash in "kissing"?
If I heard such a thing I would immediately start looking around for the camera that was capturing my facial expressions, soon to be broadcast on TV after I sign a misleading waiver.
Seriously, not even lowering their voices?!?
I was once in Albuquerque on business with several co-workers, including an engaged Indian-American woman in her late '20s and a just-divorced woman in her 30s, both quite beutiful. The evening after our event wrapped up, the two of them wanted me to show them around town. We went out for dinner and then headed to a bar I knew, which turned out to be closed, so I took them to another bar (on Nob Hill, teo) that a friend had taken me to several years ago.
We were enjoying some margaritas when a guy around my age came up and started talking to us. I figured he was interested in one of the two women, but he ended up inviting all three of us over to a table where his wife was sitting. They started talking about their hot tub back at the house -- they lived near the Air Force base and he was an airplane mechanic -- and he became very insistent about buying around of shots for everyone. At some point he took me aside and started talking about what kind of guys I liked, while his wife flirted with my co-workers.
Eventually, the three of us figured it out. I think the couple saw they were probably going to fail, so they forced a crisis, declaring they had to go but would we like to go back home with them and relax in the hot tub? We declined, unanimously.
The three of us had a great time laughing about this later, but we all agreed that no one at the office must ever hear this story.
I'm with Ned on that. also, 2, however far fetched it sounds, has to be right. Surely it's more likely that you sit next to a meeting of prune producers than a couple of record clerks one of who has just invited the other to come round for a spot of troilism over the filing cabinets. If you can show otherwise, I'm buying a lottery ticket.
I think "nothing's going to change, no matter what happens" strongly suggests that 2 is incorrect.
Similar eavesdropping can be found here, where flea discusses some of the gift messages that appear on orders she has to fill, including "Now that I've spent this much money on you, you're going to have to let me pound you in the ass at least three times."
In general I'm not sure why there isn't more cross traffic between Unfogged and One Good Thing.
Something very similar to 9 happened to me and a boyfriend when we were rambling around Catalina Island a few years ago. The other couple had a huge cooler of beer in their truck and struck up a conversation by offering us booze. I wonder if they intentionally stocked up to go trolling or if they normally tooled around the island with that much beer.
I'm not sure why there isn't more cross traffic between Unfogged and One Good Thing.
Because we're feminists.
Some people think that they are standing inside the cone of silence.
I am not surprised by the conversation.
Also, drunk people frequently have difficulties with volume control. Anyway, so long as they didn't know anyone in the restaurant, what did they care who overheard?
OK.JUST SO WE ARE CLEAR. FRIDAY, BR, DI, AND ME.
I think that's "oversharing," Will. You should be ashamed of yourself.
I'm thinking, my god, this conversation was MADE UP by a DUDE.
That is completely hilarious.
18-24: Per the post, I'm totally disappointed if you are not carrying out this dialogue on work computers and networks.
Hell, I'm looking into whether I can expense the flight out to VA.
I'm billing it all to Mrs. Stormcrow's case.
"Now that I've spent this much money on you, you're going to have to let me pound you in the ass at least three times."
Oh god, I say stuff like this all the time. But at least now I know not to put it on a gift message, since flea is snooping.
Wait, you weren't serious about me having to let you pound me in the ass? You bastard.
28: Hmmm, now I'm beginning to doubt whether suddenly this year she's actually become "Totally a Spider's basketball fan, like absolutely can't miss a home game devoted." Must try and think ...
I said I say it all the time, not that I'm not serious.
Oh. Okay. As long as it wasn't for nothing.
31:
Good thing I didnt go to South Carolina.
Oh god, I say stuff like this all the time.
So what was the price tag on the carbonara?
$1333.33/lb according to the post. Now that's not just a cheap piece of meat.
"Troilism" is a new one to me.
You've lived a sheltered life, for a professional pedant.
I suspect most pedants live sheltered lives.