So there is this guy at work...
...and I am pretty sure he wanted to do me until I threatened to kick him in the feelings a few weeks ago at the bar that "is tame before 7" (the long tiddied bar, the big fat liars). Well, 10 minutes ago he brought to me a jar that is normally storage for mud samples and I did not open it (Praise Jesus) as I found out later that it contained his fart. Since he doesn't want to do me anymore, he has obviously moved on to disrespecting me with his sour ass package.
posted by Crystal at 12:50 PM
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I think he still wants to do you, hence the fart jar.
Give him one back
That reminds me -- If you get an unmarked package from Seattle, open it as quickly and as close to your face as possible.
Sick. Send him a package of compost. Probably not worth the money.
1. I like Jesus (but you knew that already)
2. Nothing grosses out another man... than someone else's sperm.
Give him a jar.. or sample of sperm. Hell, even a condom with hand lotion put in it.. then on his chair or mouse would suffice.
3. You could always show your love by giving him a envelope filled with white powder. Enough said, but that might also constitute a terrorist act and get the police/fire involved. Use at your own risk.
HB *yes, I'm still around.
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