Are you TRYING to get this thrown to the pit?
Well there’s lots of idioms you could teach them.
I work out of a home office. I live alone.
Need I say more?
I got it, too. Do I get a sticker? 
Hmm…my coworkers are suspiciously quiet this afternoon…
My job officially ends in about 3 weeks. I came in about an hour ago and realized that my last 15 minutes/day worth of work that hadn’t been reassigned was gone. So that leaves me with, what, about 120 hours on the clock masturbation time?
I can picture the scene at my house tonight:
“How was your day, honey?”
“Hard day at the office; I’m beat.”
Heh!
Nope.
Perhaps I was the only one who saw the irony of a person who runs a porn website considering this to be “too much information.”
I have never done that at work. And I have my own office.
Ditto for me. And I have a lock on my door.
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Ashy sticks a little gold star square on slortar’s forehead.
“You’re my super star of the day!”
My guess is that if you worked in a dildo factory it would be called R & D.
Hey I saw a porn movie with this premise.
ugh…I meant to say a freind told me about seeing a porn movie with that premise… yeah that’s it
Don’t go swimming in the 'pool where I used to work 
I don’t think I am ever going to swim in a pool again. Thanks.
Not to mention limericks.
I know a photlab where they hired a deaf-mute young man. The second day on the job they heard strange noises, between yelling and moaning, coming from a toilet stall and they thought he may be having a heart attack or something… it turned out the poor kid was just jerking off and did not realize they could hear him…
As for myself… I avoid work as it takes too much time away from playing with my pizzle.
Nope, never done it. I’ve considered it many times, but figured I could hold out a few more hours.
It’s not worth the risk, in my mind… Not that I find anything wrong with your activities, mind you
You have to train yourself to urinate afterwards. Cleans out the tubes nicely. Burns a little, though.
I swear to God I thought that said bassoon.
I’ve done it but not since I was in my teens, and only then it was just a few times.
I worked for a design firm so we always had lots of great photography catalouges in the men’s restrooms. I know I couldn’t have been the only one because I know I wasn’t the one who brought them in there. What the hell? A photography catalouge? That means absolutely no words whatsoever. Could you be a little more obvious?
Sometimes you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do. Just don’t walk back to your cubicle with a big cumwad hanging from your ear like I did. Chicks dig it.
Well, considering “at work” for me used to translate to “on a submarine,” uh… yeah. A lot.
In fact, given a crew of 175, a 9-week patrol, and an average of probably 3 events/person/week… that’s something like 4725 each run. Wow! That’s probably a little high. I mean, I know some guys weren’t, but then there were some at it twice a day, too. Call it an even 4000. 
And it’s not like it was any big secret. There’s been “porn sharing” a hell of a lot longer than the Internet has been around.
Heh heh.
-Dave