An Offer You Can't Refuse Vehemently Enough
WTF, I just got propositioned by the mailroom clerk.
"Yooo vant go to T- Beach?" he said. "I take yooo, can. Yooo vant go R- Park, also can."
For once I was left speechless. Several responses flitted through my brain [such as sorry, my sexual preference isn't set at GRODY] but they would've simply flown over his unflatteringly balding head, so I just went "Ehh?" and leaped up and beat a hasty retreat.
I didn't even know the Beard HAD a mailroom.
[T- Beach and R- Park, I learned from the photo-desk chicks later, are the preferred local spots for necking in public. Ew, ew, ewwwww.]
"Yooo vant go to T- Beach?" he said. "I take yooo, can. Yooo vant go R- Park, also can."
For once I was left speechless. Several responses flitted through my brain [such as sorry, my sexual preference isn't set at GRODY] but they would've simply flown over his unflatteringly balding head, so I just went "Ehh?" and leaped up and beat a hasty retreat.
I didn't even know the Beard HAD a mailroom.
[T- Beach and R- Park, I learned from the photo-desk chicks later, are the preferred local spots for necking in public. Ew, ew, ewwwww.]
