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"Friday afternoon"

So I go to the kitchen for a fag, come back and there are the 2 girls in my office (you might after a few pints) plus 3 from upstairs.

I walk in and they all have their tops hoisted to their necks comparing bras and boob sizes.
"Dont mind me" says I, sitting down to sort out a fax.
And they carry on talking about their sizes ranging from C to DD.

"Poor Goaty, he has to put up with this" says one
"Yeah, it's sad" says I "I totally dont pay attention to 5 women in their bras, comparing each other and touching"

Goddamn I love my life.
And the amusing part? This is 100%, strike-me-down-dead-otherwise true.
I'm off to the kitchen again.

Yup, but mine have blond hair, huge boobs, and kinky thongs, not a builders bum...

*god im sad*

Goatboy wrote:
> And the amusing part? This is 100%, strike-me-down-dead-otherwise
> false, this never happened to me, what do you think I am, peter
> stringfellow?

Likewise Robin.

Ideal Goatboy.

:D

Dream.

Why would they call you goaty.

One question, why were they in YOUR office? Or your part of the office, whatever it is.

And I saw a girl's bum in a Key Skills exam. But it wasn't nice. She wasn't very attractive. It was about as erotic as the male builder's equivalent.

ooh, the most i see is girls thongs/ g-strings hanging out at school...
*again, a sad lonley life*

So walk up to with sagacious jr on show, say "Ivana see your baps" and then hope that I am imbued with the same aura that 007 has. If not I'm being done for sexual harassment.

I like those odds...

"Are those real?"

*poke*

Just make your intentions clear.

"get yer baps out luv." should do the trick.