Mr. Brownstar spilled an entire cup of scalding hot coffee into his lap today. I could see the steam rising from his leg as I stared down in disbelief. (That would be the 30 second window of concerned coworker before I became evil coworker and laughed hysterically, moving my chair a little more toward obsessive compulsive Ted.)
The papers before Mr. Brownstar, totally ruined. His appearance, definitely bladder control issues. Whether or not he can still have kids, in question.
This is a good question for the male readers out there, just what exactly does it feel like to spill an entire cup of scalding hot coffee onto your crotch? This very same question was asked of Mr. Brownstar by me, I did not receive an answer.
Instead he has decided to create a brand new game of his ordeal, an interactive game. The name of it will be 'In the Hot Seat'. Everyone participating is required to pour scalding hot coffee onto their crotch, the last remaining participant who can still get it up is the winner.
As you can imagine, not too many people have expressed interest in this new game.
I have also put my plan in place to exact revenge on My Partner in Crime. Knowing My Partner in Crime's secret fear is snakes, I have taken it upon myself to purchase 8 fake snakes from the store. They currently reside in the top right hand drawer of my desk, but the instant My Partner in Crime vacates his desk today, they will be strategically placed in 8 different spots around his desk, partially hidden from view, just to make things interesting.
I can't wait to see what happens.
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Hmmmm, I've never done that. I have spilled some room temperature waterin my lap and I can tell you right now that is no fun!
So, tell me, did anyone see you after the 'water spilling' incident, and, if they did, did they immediately assume you wet yourself?
Funny you ask...
Although I am not in the shape of say...Brad Pitt...I have more of a keg than a six pack...I have no problem getting naked..SOOOOOO, I had spilled a fluid (beer) in my lap and promptly took my pants off...and was asked to leave the party. SOme people have no sense of humor. Lucky for me I only lived a mile away, so I walked home in my classic briefs (blue in color). Too much info??? :)
I'm sure that if I had kept them on I would have made a joke out of it before anyone could accuse me of wetting my pants...it has only happened once or twice in pblic that I can recall.
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