On my 50th birthday, my best friend schemed with my partner to set up a surprise 'Belly Gram' during the work day. Apparently this bit of info was circulating among all the employees for a week and I never got a hint of it. On the day, they got me into the conference room for a short meeting and when I came out there was a sexy belly dancer dancing away to Arabic music. She had arrived while I was in the 'meeting', changed her clothes in one of our darkrooms and brought her own tape player. It was a great surprise and was topped off by a cake from a porn bakery in the shape of large boobs.
After the whole show was over, Victor came to me and said he had misunderstood what was circulating about my birthday.
Victor, a born again Christian, actually thought Billy Graham was coming for my birthday and he had brought his bible in to get his autograph. I was much happier to have the Belly Gram.And I am sure even happier that it wasn't a Billy Graham Belly Gram.
Thanks again, Bob!
1 comments:
Amen, sister.
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