Oh yes, Ceiling Cat, I see you there.
Sad Guys on Trading Floors
No, I’m not going to say it. Bill is standing right here. No! Honey, please. Ok… fine… *cough* i wuv my widdle snuffykins OK BYE NOW.
Yeah, so anyway, they call it “Cinco de Mayo.” I have no idea what that means, all I know is tequila shooters are 2-for-1 at Señor Frogs.
Let’s have another you-caption-it Friday. I know how I’d caption this one, but my mom reads this blog.
Behind his back, they call him “Phone Sniffer,” but he just can’t help it. He loves the smell of sweaty ears.
See that hand, son? That is a hand that has been around the block a few times. Oh the stories this hand would tell if only it could talk.
Workplace romance was strictly forbidden, but Larry and Bob could no longer hide their passion.
