i think the feds have a little more evidence than a junkie exotic dancer's claims.
Now lets hope the same thing happens to this prosecutor: https://www.oregonlive.com/news/oregonian/index.ssf?/base/news/1185040507206380.xml&coll=7
And every prosecutor that has participated in the 'trend'?
I once resigned from a job because I gave a girl a poem. That day, after lunch, my supervisor brought me to a room with no windows and three inquisitors. The inquisition asked me if I thought the poem was obscene. I said no. They said are you sure? I said yes. They repeated themselves until it was clear that they would accept no answer from me other than "Yes, I gave her an dirty poem." They didn't get their answer. They just got told that they were frauds on a power trip, and that I won't work for the kind of vermin that would hire them.
I can't decide whether to blame feminists or fundamentalists. I guess a puritan is a puritan, anyway you stab it. Death to the sex police.
I completely forgot about that post.
Of course there's more to the story. It wasn't sexual and it wasn't a limerick. She didn't ask, but we had talked, she knew I could write, and so...
It was a stupid, naive move, because girls think guys who give them poems at work are creepy, but I was stupid and naive, and I thought it would get her attention. (Mission accomplished )
There was actually another girl involved who had borrowed a mix tape from me that had a live version of The End by The Doors on it. They were friends. The one with the tape told the one with the poem that I gave her a tape with Jim Morrison screaming, "I want to **** you mama....all night long...awlllll night loong..." and they decided to lynch me.
So the moral of this story is...I don't think there is one. Make one up.
Yeah workplace romances are tricky. Back in 1988 I was a bank teller. I was dating my boss and got 'seduced' by two other coworkers at separate times who were both engaged to other guys at the time.
Once my boss's suspicions were aroused I figured I should get a new job.
I never looked at women or redheads the same after that...
i think the moral can be closely tied to "Don't "attempt" to dip your pen in company ink."
I completely forgot about that post.
Of course there's more to the story. It wasn't sexual and it wasn't a limerick. She didn't ask, but we had talked, she knew I could write, and so...
It was a stupid, naive move, because girls think guys who give them poems at work are creepy, but I was stupid and naive, and I thought it would get her attention. (Mission accomplished )
There was actually another girl involved who had borrowed a mix tape from me that had a live version of The End by The Doors on it. They were friends. The one with the tape told the one with the poem that I gave her a tape with Jim Morrison screaming, "I want to **** you mama....all night long...awlllll night loong..." and they decided to lynch me.
So the moral of this story is...I don't think there is one. Make one up.
i've has sex at work once. locked the doors and went at it. it was pretty friggin great!!! it wasn't with a girl i worked with though.
i've has sex at work once. locked the doors and went at it. it was pretty friggin great!!! it wasn't with a girl i worked with though.
Threads like these, really don't belong here. Can some moderator please delete or close? Thanks.
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