A few years back, I teased the office manager about the beads hanging in her rear-view mirror. 'Cause, you know, young ladies get those beads by flashing their boobies to large crowds of rowdy young men 'round Mardis Gras time, which is in fact where she got the beads.
I didn’t say it, but since I’m a guy with all my guy parts, I couldn’t help but imagine her doing so, and wishing that I’d been there when she’d flashed said boobies. It didn’t help that she was pretty cute, and very friendly- hence the good-natured teasing.
I just got an email from her, after not hearing from her for over five years. She’s decided to become a nun.
I’m an atheist. I don’t believe in God. But for some reason, I’d rather see my own sister topless than a nun. And I don’t want to see my sister topless, 'cause that’s just wrong.
Ack! Nun boobies are all I can think about after reading that email! And I certainly don’t want to get into the habit* of thinking about nun boobies!
I just know I’m going straight to hell, and I don’t even believe in it!
*[SUB]Oh, come on. You knew I was going to make that joke.[/SUB]