A woman I worked with was having an affair with a male coworker. She thought it was 'loooove' while he wanted nothing more that an occasional *bleep* (bleep added by me, although I have no problem with words like *bleep*, or *bleeping* or *bleepity-bleep*. I just don't want to offend anyone else who may be less crass than me. Or who may be reading at work).
One day she found out the 'terms of endearment' he was referring to her as when he spoke to other male coworkers. They included slam piece, easy lay, etc. Spreads as easy as warm butter was my favorite. (Sorry, I couldn't bleep these. 'Cause they're kinda funny.) She ran over to his cubicle crying, and grabbed whatever she could reach on his desk and hurled it at him. Coffee (while still in a mug), cellphone, random papers. I think the stapler probably hurt the worst.
They were both summoned to the boss's office, and given a lecture on proper work demeanor and inter-office dating. As far as I know, they have never spoken to or even looked at each other again.
Well, THAT must have made for a tension-free office environment, no?
I'm sure all the rest of the ladies in the office were lining up to date him. What girl doesn't swoon at being called slam piece?
Never heard that warm butter one before, JerryCola45!
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So I'm guessing neither of these people ever went to high school or they would have learned those lessons when they were 17.
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