Place: Target, Sporting Goods. More specifically, a giant bin of rubber bouncy balls.
Victim: New employee, a little shy, a little uncertain of radio protocal.
Radios: Many, all over the store, set to high volume.
Me: Approaching Victim.
Me - “Excuse me, do you know where I can find toenail clippers?”
Victim - {picks up radio) “Marsha, I’ve got a customer by the balls…ohshit.” click
I’ve never seen a Target employee’s face match her shirt so well. 
When I was a teenager, I earned some extra money in the summertime by working as an assistant lifeguard at a neighborhood pool. Once I was approached in a busy grocery store by a middle-aged man who said “Hey, I know you from someplace, don’t I?” I recognized him as a regular poolgoer, and I said “Yes, you’ve seen me at Lortondale.” Very loudly, the man said “Sure, sure. I just didn’t recognize you with your clothes on.” :eek:
Read the post by fetus in the spoiler box.
Remember the profession of gabriela.
Read the first line in the post by gabriela just under it.
What does it make you think?
I first thought it was a comment on teabaggin.
I thought of a body missing a part and a party with gabriela in attendance.
To say nothing of “bowling a maiden over”
And I have to disagree with fetus. As far as I know teabagging refers to any sort of (from above) ball sucking. Including consensal and female. Hope that makes you feel better about tea.
To say nothing of “bowling a maiden over”
And I have to disagree with fetus. As far as I know teabagging refers to any sort of (from above) ball sucking. Including consensal and female. Hope that makes you feel better about tea.
This is also done on SOCOM online for the PS2. People will go from crouch to prone and back again repeatedly to get the up-down-up-down motion on top of a vanquished foe.
It may well mean that in your neck of the woods, but it always carries a connotation of involuntary participation, embarrassment and victory where I come from, no exceptions. If females were involved, it would still be a story of conquest and embarrassment if that word were used.
I like the way you think…
My friend’s mother has been staying with us for ten days, and so she’s been speaking mostly French and “losing her English” a little.
This afternoon the three of us were sitting around the table and she asked, “Will you sleep with us tonight?”
It was only after she saw the look on my face that she backed up: “Eat! Will you eat with us tonight?”
Haw. That was awesome.
I don’t know. I can’t fine a single definition that says it has to be involuntary. (Although all the definition do include the practical joke aspect.) Apparently it originated in strip clubs, where the customers can pretty much be guaranteed to be willing. And why in the world would I be embarrassed about it, any more than any other sexual act? Next you’ll be saying I shouldn’t give blow jobs. 
[picky]Actually Botham overbalanced playing his shot, stumbled towards the stumps, tried to hurdle them and just failed - so the quote was “Yes, he just couldn’t get his leg over”. It led to the most famous case of the giggles ever heard on radio sports coverage, giggler in chief being Brian Johnston who was in any case an octogenarian schoolboy (God rest his soul!) and able assistance being offered by, IIRC, Jonathan Agnew.[/picky]
I don’t get it. I can’t even see “it” from where I am. What is the slang meaning of teabag?
Check post 13.
The thing is, though, I don’t count Manda Jo’s remark as “inadvertently raunchy” to anyone EXCEPT a teenage guy. There was no double entendre that I can see; they were reaching way far, IMO.
I’m sure I’ve told this story before, but here goes… As reported by a female colleague - a middle aged, female maths teacher to a class of adolescent boys.
She had set the homework and was walking round the class helping individual students - one particular pupil had been waiting for some time and, becoming frustrated, decided to attract her attention by hitting his ruler against his desk. Eventually, she turned to him and shouted: “Bradley*, there is no point in banging so hard, you’re not going to make me come any faster!!”
Penis ensues.
Grim
*Name chosen at random
A few weeks ago at a dinner do with the Chamber of Commerce a typical* Czech woman was speaking with a few foreign guys about matters mundane. Somehow, someway, a very logical comment due to the conversation was “Then you would have to eat me.” (or something similar - we were speaking about being hungry and she took the cannabalism track).
Us guys all looked at each other and politely didn’t laugh at her English faux-pau. But we wanted to.
-Tcat
[sub]*and by typical I mean smokin’ hot[/sub]
And why, why of ALL things, are the Google ads about 3 legged frog statues, order information for Frogman by Tim C. and Adopt a Frog wildlife support?
One of my coworkers started drinking tea, and one day I heard the guy across the hall from his office yell: “That’s disgusting!”
“What?” I yell back, 'cause I’m like that.
“Paul’s got his teabag in his mouth and is sucking on it!”
:eek:
Turns out that Paul was sucking on his tea teabag, not his, well, teabag. But for a moment it placed a very bad picture of how flexible he was in several of our heads.
My mom and I were at a Spencer’s one day and found a screaming rubber chicken. We played with it for a while and then she went off to look at something else. Mr. m came in a few minutes later, and my mom came over, tapped him on the shoulder, and said, “Did moonstarssun squeeze the chicken for you?” He looked :eek: and she looked embarassed and slunk off. Ever since then, Mr. m has given her chicken-related gifts.
I was arguing a motion when I was a defense attorney and cracked up the judge so he had to take a ten minute recess to regain his composure. The case involved a guy staying in a hotel room who called an escort service, had sex with the escort, and then didn’t pay her. The escort cried rape, my client said he just asked for more services (in the heat of the moment) than he could pay for. He then lied to the police about hiring her.
I said:
“My client did three things wrong. First, he hired a prostitute. Second, he stiffed her…”
At that point, I notice the judge, prosecutor and court reporter losing it. I didn’t realize what I said until much later. I still have the transcript, presented to me by my secretary at a public defender convention a couple of months later.
These are killing me, and I’m trying not to appear as if I’m doing non-work things at work.
There’s a coffee shop in the lobby of the building where I work, and I buy a coffee just about every afternoon, as does the guy who shares an office with me. We generally take turns going downstairs to get it. The other day, we were ponying up our money and he said to me, “You go down for me a lot, lorene, and I really appreciate it.”
Uh, yeah. No problem.