Aaaargh! So I just walked into R.'s office and M. was sitting on the ground in front of R.'s chair, sprawled like a teenage girl. Intellectually, I am aware that they both have girlfriends, but the slash part of my brain isn't listening to the intellectual part, mimpit. And then M. goes and asks R. "Do you need me?"
Eeeeeevil brain.
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Slash away!
Slash 'em. Get 'em back for acting like that when they're supposed to be straight. Do it for you, do it for me, do it for the workforce! Slaaash!
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