I worked with a fellow bartender who was a slut (stop with the sugar-coating, will ya? Tell us what you REALLY think). Every night at the bar, she'd zero in on her conquest for the night and spend the whole time making sure he left with her after closing. Sometimes she'd show up for her shift the next day (which wasn't until 6pm) wearing the same clothes from the night before, looking all rumpled and mascara raccoon eyed. But still, she'd find someone different to take her home that night.
Eventually it came out that she gave pretty much the entire population of male bar patrons (and some of the employees!) the clap.
Please tell me you did not sit on the toilet seat at work.
Let's all clap for Barrie's submission!
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