There’s this chick in my office that I would bang.  She is sort of flat (not that there’s anything wrong with having no boobs), so that’s a bit out of character for me.  But holy shit, she sure smells good.  I have never asked her, but I’m 100% positive she shops at that fruity store at all the malls, what is it Bath and Bodyworks?  She always smells like a sexy-ass peach.  Or some other fruit.

Also, I saw her thong the other day.  I think I blog’d about it, but I can’t remember and I’m too lazy to search.  It was riding up out of her jeans and she was turned around to her computer, and I was kind of staring at it, couldn’t help myself. 

No lie, she just ran out, and her hair was flopping around behind her, and now our whole office smells like strawberries.  She is a hick, and she’s married, and she has serveral kids.  So I can just forget it.  But still.  There’s not that much action around the office, I might as well fantasize a little.

One of these days I will get moved to a new cubicle, and I won’t be able to keep all my shit turned away from everybody, and there will be no more blog updates from work.  Also,  I won’t be able to readjust my package when I see some hot porn link or have some perverted thought.