I was going to also comment that it skeeves me out a bit with three sisters laying around naked like that (I agree boobies look fake also but I'm not an expert) and if my daughters ever contemplated doing the same the wrath of me would rain down upon their heads. My husband informed me that he has about 4 weeks of vacation he is carrying over. How does that even happen? It's not like he didn't take any this year. He get 4 more weeks this year as well as sick and personal days. Unfortunately, he can't cash any of it out. Bummer.
Which is funny, because the, erm, wrath of many men would have already rained down upon their heads. If you know what I mean.
I don't know what to say. I work essentially on the U of M campus, and I see what I see. Or in this case, don't see.
You shut your mouth - NOT RELEVANT! Minnesotans have the same access to health ca- er, boob jobs as everyone else. So their flatness or lack thereof- shit, I don't know where I'm going with that. I wonder if they doctor game a buy 2 get 1 free - or buy 4, get 2 free deal. They were playmates back in December 1998, though, so . . . Based on the rest of that photo series, they were really, really comfortable posing naked together.
I'm just not a fan of fake tits. I mean, you know who else has fake tits? Trannies. If I avoid fake tits, I can trannies, which has actually been my New Years Resolution for life. I want to murder my HR department. Every remotely attractive girl they hire is in some serious relationsihp. Not just "boyfriend" but like "life with" boyfriend is the minimum. God forbid they hire hot single chicks who like to drink and party afterwork without some guy to run home to. Not saying I'm jumping to date a co-worker, but a man can't even dream. Worst case scenario, everyone wouldn't start weekend recaps with "we" assuming you know they're in some serious relationship and are no long an individual human being.
Well it's not like anyone else has to know, unless of course TIB isn't the only place he's conducted a penis size propaganda campaign of massive (or not) proportions.
I firmly believe it is. Not one girl can come into my office tell HR "I'm casually dating this guy, I don't know where its going" and get hired. Every single chick is 2 years plus, moving in, waiting on a ring, planning a wedding, expecting or a new mom. Its practically a hostile work environment. I'm going to call a lawyer. Anyway, I want to sleep, drink, then sleep some more. Going to bed at 2:30am and waking up at 11am to having to get up at 7am isn't easy. I never have said my penis was big. I just said my ex FWB had a tearing issue after having sex with me. All of you did that. I sure as fuck wasn't going to disagree though.
"You guys employ all these women, and not one of them even has the opportunity to sample my godly member. You are clearly doing a disservice to the women of the world, and I will report this to the proper authorities." "It's not big per se; just too big for THAT vagina! Much too big, in fact!"
Well, you know who DOESN'T have fake tits? Amy Leigh Andrews from Conyers, Georgia. Booyah. Natural D's, bitch. Crap. We weren't talking about Georgia, though were we? Ha ha, oh yeah, Georgia peaches are not flat, and they don't have to cover up because it's always warm.
I'll actually defend Parker here for once. I also work in a female dominated office, the majority of whom are between 23-29. Its settled a bit, but there was a massive wave of engagements and marriages for awhile and it got obnoxious cause that's ALL they would talk about. I have a pretty steadfast objection to dating coworkers, so its not an issue of being mad I'm not gonna get up in dat ass, but rather, two of my single female coworkers are close friends and I love hanging out with them at work events and outside of work. The aforementioned married crew usually skips happy hours or staying more than an hour at a rep event to go to domestic shit. When you're in an industry that is very social and outgoing and engaging, it helps to have coworkers who you have something in common with. Maybe I'm a bit biased though cause my cock isn't made of ambrosia.
And then again, you could work around no females whatsoever, which is what I do. None to talk to, none to check out, none. Ever. I'm married, but if I wasn't it would suck way worse. I work with people who barely speak english or say the word "fuck" five times in a ten-word sentence talking about how much they hate their wife and kids. The lesson here: at least you get to SEE the fairer sex in daylight hours. Your work life is a cherished one. You have it good. So SHADDAP. Southern girls do not count, because their hotness ratio so high it actually qualifies them as freaks of nature.
I said "girls" not "end result of what happens when a pig eats a bag of laxitive-laced circus peanuts."
I work around all people applying to business school. I'd take hearing about weddings every day at this point.