I know, I totes haven’t updated in a week. But fret not, my invisible friends, I will still put a drinky poo at the end of this post, because, let’s be honest, a drink is a drink, no matter the day of the week. But I will be making a solid effort to post on Thirsty Thursdays.
Anyway, I am going to get yelled at again, because I got caught leaving early. The funny thing is, I won’t actually get in trouble, because in my office, the higher ups think that punishment is best served in the form of humiliation. Instead of, oh, I dunno, telling me privately that what I did was wrong and not to do it again, they will instead talk about my actions behind my back with the rest of my co-workers. Little do they know that this will not discourage me from continuing to misbehave, because, well, I just don’t care about what my co-workers think of me. There are a few that I am chummy with, and they already know that I’m an irresponsible bum, so no harm there. The rest of ‘em can suck my butt hole for all I care.
Yes, I am sleepy and crabby today.
So this morning, I asked my co-worker for some assistance on something work-related (I know, I was actually being productive!), and somehow, our conversation segued from work to stains. He was talking about how he spilt spaghetti sauce on his white shirt, and I told him about how I spilt chocolate ice cream on my white pants, and then he said that he was wearing white pants when he was in 5th grade, and someone flung ketchup right at his crotch. Well, for the rest of the day, the kiddies made fun of him for “having his period.” He said that he was more upset by the fact that he didn’t know what they were talking about. I laughed and asked him how long they waited in his school to give them the talk about what’s happening with their changing bodies. Apparently only the females got the talk at his school, while the boys got to go to recess.
Um, boys have changing bodies, too. So I asked him why they didn’t sit the boys down and talk to them about puberty. His response: “What, talk to us about hair?” Um, no, I meant like, wet dreams and stuff (this is when the conversation started to feel awkward).
He then proceeds to tell me that wet dreams weren’t really a problem for him because he jerked off too much.
Wow.
Good to know.
And that brings us to happy hour!
It’s been a rough week, and that means skip the cocktails, we’re doing shots, baby!
Cum Shot
Fill almost half your shot glass with vanilla vodka, fill the other half with coconut rum, leaving a little room at the top. Fill the rest with half & half or soy creamer (for those who don’t do the dairy thing).
Shot is to be taken NO-HANDED!
Repeat until you are no longer capable of ejaculating in your sleep.
Tags: cum shot, drink recipe, leaving early, thursday, trouble, wet dreams
