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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.

Go up to her

" Ivana? "

" Ivana Humpalot? "

Walk past with your pants at half-mast, acting oblivious

Just make your intentions clear.

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

"Are those real?"

*poke*

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...

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

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.

Why would they call you goaty.

Dream.

Likewise Robin.

Ideal Goatboy.

:D