i once worked at a place where the token weird guy confessed that he had to bash the bishop twice a day - once in the morning and then again straight after lunch.
i think he got the sack about a month after he told us this...
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22Dear EA forum,
Would somebody please hurry up and post something about rubbing one out for work, so we can all go home?
I don't mind whether the inference is sperm-donation, or porn-related.
Sincerely,
Adam
Would somebody please hurry up and post something about rubbing one out for work, so we can all go home?
I don't mind whether the inference is sperm-donation, or porn-related.
Sincerely,
Adam
Ever rub one out at work?
23Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:Story #1:
My friend Mooch used to work as a courier for a bank in Louisville...."
[awesome string of Brett Eugene Ralph's tales snipped]
Jesus, man. Those are the fucking gold standard of demented jerkoff stories. Dicksucking gun, ha!
charliedon'tsurf wrote: an orgasm on the clock is more special. It is like being a hooker, but more antisocial and without ever getting smacked around by a pimp.
Ever rub one out at work?
24gjhardwick wrote:i think he got the sack about a month after he told us this...
lovely word choice.
Ever rub one out at work?
25No have never done such thing, but have encountered many others doing so.
Ever rub one out at work?
26Rachi wrote:No have never done such thing, but have encountered many others doing so.
Many others?!?!?!
Rick Reuben wrote:He went to bed about a decade ago, or whenever he sold his soul to the bankers and the elites.daniel robert chapman wrote:I think he's gone to bed, Rick.
Ever rub one out at work?
28Champion Rabbit wrote:Dear EA forum,
Would somebody please hurry up and post something about rubbing one out for work, so we can all go home?
I don't mind whether the inference is sperm-donation, or porn-related.
Sincerely,
Adam
Adam,
I don't know if your machine somehow blocks out my posts, or if you've found a way to do it with your brain or eyes or something, but if you look (or ask a friend to look for you and describe what they see) you'll see that about three or five posts before you put forth this request, I did exactly what you requested. It's as though I had a time machine, and cared what you were interested in. But different.
Ever rub one out at work?
29scott wrote:I don't know if your machine somehow blocks out my posts, or if you've found a way to do it with your brain or eyes or something
Scott,
sorry, but I saw that you'd posted in this thread and just imagined you'd written something like:
scott might have wrote:When I was working on the transformer of my early 70s, 50W Marshall head, I wanked all over it's filthy, whore-like potentiometers, I couldn't help myself...those sluts, they wanted it. Bad.
Frankly, I can do without the image of you hunching over a vintage amplifier, squirting man-goo into its dusty crevices so I skipped it.
I kid! I kid!