Of knickers and srekcink!
Right, I'm doing this seduction quiz while I write this. It's cracked me up too much and I know it's female orientated, but I thought this might get a funny result. When it first came up, I thought that the icon you picked was supposed to have some impact on the result. So I tried not to click on the knickers, 'cause knickers don't normally play a large part of my seduction tactics, but I couldn't help myself. *sigh* Hence the title.
Well, the other part of the title was I was going to add some more details of work colleagues. I was talking to John today and we got talking about how he'd played football for cornwall. Yes, the whole of Cornwall. Plus it sounds better than any other county 'cause Cornwall just sounds kinda magical. You expect King Arthur to be the team manager of something. Then I asked him what else he'd done. He answered, "well, I played volleyball and badminton for my district... and I taught myself how to talk backwards when I was ten."
Anyway, long story short I had him talking backwards for my entertainment for most of the afternoon. He was SO good at it. You just gave him a sentence and he'd reverse the words. He'd do it instantaneously. It sounded really cool, too. Like one of the really neat foreign languages. Kinda sultry, too.
But I don't fancy men.
Right, is it just me or should there be more options in the quiz. Normally I'm like, "neither of them!". Plus it's irritatingly long.
Let me see, the other person I could tell you about is the cleaner in the morning. It really annoyed me when I started work because he kept calling me "sir". We're working for the same company, we're getting paid the same amount, we're both lackeys, so why the heck are you calling me sir? (Plus he's black which probably makes me feel uncomfortable racial things.)
So I started calling him "sir" back. This was a mistake. He just escalated the rank of his greetings. Mostly to "boss" and making jokes about me being in charge.
He walks in this morning and goes, "morning, President Bush".
*sighs*
Urghh, I'm not even halfway done yet. Maybe I should just make up an ending. Heaven hope I don't get the cuddling one.
Ok, yes, I need to sleep. Will finish the quiz some other time. Which means I put knickers in the title for no reason at all.
(Btw, knickers are underwear in the UK.)
Well, the other part of the title was I was going to add some more details of work colleagues. I was talking to John today and we got talking about how he'd played football for cornwall. Yes, the whole of Cornwall. Plus it sounds better than any other county 'cause Cornwall just sounds kinda magical. You expect King Arthur to be the team manager of something. Then I asked him what else he'd done. He answered, "well, I played volleyball and badminton for my district... and I taught myself how to talk backwards when I was ten."
Anyway, long story short I had him talking backwards for my entertainment for most of the afternoon. He was SO good at it. You just gave him a sentence and he'd reverse the words. He'd do it instantaneously. It sounded really cool, too. Like one of the really neat foreign languages. Kinda sultry, too.
But I don't fancy men.
Right, is it just me or should there be more options in the quiz. Normally I'm like, "neither of them!". Plus it's irritatingly long.
Let me see, the other person I could tell you about is the cleaner in the morning. It really annoyed me when I started work because he kept calling me "sir". We're working for the same company, we're getting paid the same amount, we're both lackeys, so why the heck are you calling me sir? (Plus he's black which probably makes me feel uncomfortable racial things.)
So I started calling him "sir" back. This was a mistake. He just escalated the rank of his greetings. Mostly to "boss" and making jokes about me being in charge.
He walks in this morning and goes, "morning, President Bush".
*sighs*
Urghh, I'm not even halfway done yet. Maybe I should just make up an ending. Heaven hope I don't get the cuddling one.
Ok, yes, I need to sleep. Will finish the quiz some other time. Which means I put knickers in the title for no reason at all.
(Btw, knickers are underwear in the UK.)