I’d like to read your next evaulation when it it’s due. Does your boss do the kind where your fellow employees have input?
And don’t you think that roll-y thing would be perfect in any office? 
Ya know…look real quick and I swear it said orifice.
:eek: I wouldn’t want to see the orifice that thing could fit into! :eek:
You know, I was just telling my mother how I went to a party this weekend and talked with this nice guy called Strainger.
It’s a good thing my mother doesn’t visit the boards.
See, had I met him and found him to be pleasant, I wouild be THRILLED to have the unit-that-spawned-me visit the boards.
Let’s just say that she would leave her chair quickly to launder her unmentionables.
And, of course, with my BDSM experience I’d have to ask him: “So… you bi, big fella?”
So that you all may understand the full extent of the satire here, I feel it is necessary to link to the thread title I was spoofing when I came up with the OP. It’s also handy for those of you who were scratching your heads wondering exactly what the hell brought this on.
I do like that roll-y thingy.
Ah. Very cute. You alarmed me for a second there. Actually, you still alarm me, but I mean that in a good way.
OK, you’ve laid the bait, somebody’s got to ask–what’s the roll-y thing?
While we were at Javamaven and JustPlainBryan’s, they and Mauvaise dragged me, kicking and screaming, to Pleasure Island in Hollywood. One of the apparati there was a wheel consisting of two metal hoops with a leather sling between them for the woman (or man’ whatever you’re into, so to speak) to lie on with the added benefit of being able be rolled into various positions that can’t normally be attained with conventional furniture. There is also a bar going between the two hoops that she (or he, whatever you’re into, so to speak) can rest her feet or high heels on. Pretty cool, and something you probably want to hide if the grandparents come to visit.
Er, make that The Pleasure Chest. I keep forgetting the name of that place.
Strainger, were you kicking and screaming BEFORE they got you into the store? Maybe they just thought you needed to relax. 