Fuck you, Phili - errrrr … wait, that ain’t you is it, Philip?
Absolutely classic, Strainger. Best use of a comma, ever.
**[sub]We’ve had our interludes in various locations around the office to keep things interesting. You name it, we’ve done it: tied up with Kroy labels in the copy room, a good spanking with a ten-foot extension cord in maintenance, some rolling around in a pile of toner on the printer room floor,[/sub] and some things that I’d just rather keep private. **
I’m going to be laughing at this all freakin’ day.
You, sir, have a bright future in erotica.
I could have SWORN that the title of this thread was…
“…SDMB almost cost me my job today”
Man, I’m getting TAME in my advancing years!
“Fucking, BDSM almost cost me my job today. Film at eleven.”
Just make sure you sucker punch the Supply Room Manager, UncaBrewski, before you burn the building down. Had he been doing his job of properly MONITORING the store room, he would have KNOWN that you had in your possession waaaay more printer cables than you had printers. (And we all know what THAT will lead to.) And this entire mess could have been completely prevented!
Bastard.
So. . . Where do you work?
::I wonder if there are any openings that I could fill.::
Classic!
Bravo, man, that rocked! 
::applause::
There is no way that could be enjoyable ----> that shit is hard to get off!
And so, apparently, is Strainger.
Nice job, my friend!
(Following George Costanza’s lead)
Thank you. Good to see everyone. I have to be going now. See you all later. Thank you. Good bye.
Oh, and just leave you applications in my inbox. I’ll go over them when I get back. Bye now.
::Back’s out of room, waving::
The bit that really made me laugh was “…and some things that I’d just rather keep private.”
Strainger, I’ve never seen this side of you, and I consider that a good thing. See if you can get a job writing letters to Penthouse (is that magazine even published anymore?) . I’m sure they’d enourage that behavior in the office.
Now you did it. I am so frigginHOT.
Fondles mouse ball, lets imagination run as she sizes up the cords.
Just a few more hours until hubby gets home…
Strainger , I’d say I stand in awe, xcept you’ve knocked me flat on my ass.
Amateur. Mouse cables and phone cords? Bah. Next time try something a tad more inventive. I mean, really - have you ever had an entire 6-slot Fellowes try system shoved up your… well, let’s just say that 55-gallon drum of industrial grade ball bearing lubricant has come in handy moer than once.
Really, these poseurs these days… :rolleyes:
Esprix
Well. This IS a surprise, Strainger. Although, I suppose, given your…ah…profession, it’s not such a…stretch?
I missed this the first time around.
Now that I had Strainger stay this past weekend, I guess I should say that I’m glad I didn’t know of his sexual proclivities beforehand.
Then again, the trip to The Pleasure Chest in West Hollywood shoulda tipped me off. 
I don’t know why (maybe out of deference to Cajun Man, I dunno), but I am not going to make the obvious joke here.
[sub]I can think of at least one opening, DrMatrix![/sub]
YES, I KNOW THAT CODE DOESN’T WORK ANYMORE!
OKAY, SO IT DOES WORK AGAIN!
AND YES I CAN TURN CAPS LOCK OFF. See?