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[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter
A steaming machine? Like for rice or broccoli? I don't get it.

Perhaps "vaporizing" is the better term:

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/articl...type=printable

[Flinty_McFlint]

Originally posted by lo han kuo
Hi FBkiddies! Long-time lurker, first-time poster here (and no, I am not a Penske sock).

I have an interoffice relationship dilemma. I am not sure how helpful you all will be, but one never knows.

Here’s the 411, I am “of counsel” at a regional BIG firm in flyover land. Up for partnership next year. Recently I had two significant events happen at the firm.

My secretary of several years, who I have long suspected of being a pre-op trannie or drag queen (an observation that I had mentioned to a few other co-workers), but somewhat attractive in a “if I put those two possibilities out of my mind” sort of way, got fired. Deep sixxed. Canned. The immediate reason was that she completely fucked the pooch on a document distribution for another attorney, but one of the HR people had put her in the cross hairs a long time ago, so it was a good excuse. So she exits on bad terms, but without hating me.

Prior to the axe falling I started an interoffice romance with a summer. Did I mention I am married? And up for partner next year. OOOOPS! It is what it is and it’s all but over (a pure summer romance), but for the following issue that arose that ties the two events together.

Two weeks ago, I am out with Ms. Summer at a hole in the wall bar off the beaten track. Who walks in but Ex-Secretary. Busted. She comes over and the first thing she says is “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything”. Shit! Fuck! So she invites herself to sit down. Says she is meeting a GF. At this point I feel compelled to be nice to protect my ass. One thing leads to another, Ex-Sec orders shots, and then more shots and soon everyone is wasted. Ex-Sec’s friend calls and cancels, at which point, Ex-Sec suggests we go to Club XYZ where another friend of hers is a bartender. We feel sort of roped in so we play along.

As we are walking down the street, with plenty of other foot-traffic, out of the blue, Ex-Sec, somewhat drunkenly, stops and drops her skirt and panties and says, “see, all woman”. Shit! Fuck! The wrath of office gossip comes back to bite me on the ass, with plenty of aghast lookers-on to witness. We convince her to pull it together and we jump in a cab and head to club. In the cab Ex-Sec proceeds to flash the cab driver. Things are going down hill fast. We get to the club and Ex-Sec runs into some friends and starts talking. We say we are going to the bar for drinks and leaver her. As soon as we get to the bar, Summer and I look at each other and in unison say, “let’s ditch her”. Which we do.

About 3 days later, Summer gets a call at work. Ex-Sec. “We must have lost each other. I was soooo drunk. So, let’s get together again. Soon. And by the way, I would be up for a threesome”. Summer politely made up an excuse as to why she couldn’t talk just then and hung up. Since then Ex-Sec has called her a half dozen times seeking to get together, with either Summer or the two of us. Summer keeps putting her off, but its getting a little psycho-stalkerish. Summer is not into the woman loving thing (unfortunately) and neither of us is into the psycho Ex-Sec. Sexually or otherwise.

So the $64,000 question is:

How does Summer put an end to the calls without creating a dust-up that might expose our affair within the firm?

Help?

Tell me more, tell me more, that you don't got her preg
Tell me more, tell me more, cause he sounds like a drag

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
balt and I will be there.

Can I stay with you guys?

TM

[Replaced_Texan]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
So this is true? What is going on here? I thought he was a grouchy old married guy?

I agreed not to talk about it any more. It was annoying the regulars.

[ltl/fb]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
Can I stay with you guys?

TM

I need translations for "I," "stay," and "you guys." Thanks!

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by lo han kuo How does Summer put an end to the calls without creating a dust-up that might expose our affair within the firm?

Help?

The 3some is your only way out. Have fun!

[Flinty_McFlint]

Originally posted by ltl/fb
I need translations for "I," "stay," and "you guys." Thanks!

1. M
2. sex
3. MF

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by lo han kuo
Hi FBkiddies! Long-time lurker, first-time poster here (and no, I am not a Penske sock).

I have an interoffice relationship dilemma. I am not sure how helpful you all will be, but one never knows.

Here’s the 411, I am “of counsel” at a regional BIG firm in flyover land. Up for partnership next year. Recently I had two significant events happen at the firm.

My secretary of several years, who I have long suspected of being a pre-op trannie or drag queen (an observation that I had mentioned to a few other co-workers), but somewhat attractive in a “if I put those two possibilities out of my mind” sort of way, got fired. Deep sixxed. Canned. The immediate reason was that she completely fucked the pooch on a document distribution for another attorney, but one of the HR people had put her in the cross hairs a long time ago, so it was a good excuse. So she exits on bad terms, but without hating me.

Prior to the axe falling I started an interoffice romance with a summer. Did I mention I am married? And up for partner next year. OOOOPS! It is what it is and it’s all but over (a pure summer romance), but for the following issue that arose that ties the two events together.

Two weeks ago, I am out with Ms. Summer at a hole in the wall bar off the beaten track. Who walks in but Ex-Secretary. Busted. She comes over and the first thing she says is “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything”. Shit! Fuck! So she invites herself to sit down. Says she is meeting a GF. At this point I feel compelled to be nice to protect my ass. One thing leads to another, Ex-Sec orders shots, and then more shots and soon everyone is wasted. Ex-Sec’s friend calls and cancels, at which point, Ex-Sec suggests we go to Club XYZ where another friend of hers is a bartender. We feel sort of roped in so we play along.

As we are walking down the street, with plenty of other foot-traffic, out of the blue, Ex-Sec, somewhat drunkenly, stops and drops her skirt and panties and says, “see, all woman”. Shit! Fuck! The wrath of office gossip comes back to bite me on the ass, with plenty of aghast lookers-on to witness. We convince her to pull it together and we jump in a cab and head to club. In the cab Ex-Sec proceeds to flash the cab driver. Things are going down hill fast. We get to the club and Ex-Sec runs into some friends and starts talking. We say we are going to the bar for drinks and leaver her. As soon as we get to the bar, Summer and I look at each other and in unison say, “let’s ditch her”. Which we do.

About 3 days later, Summer gets a call at work. Ex-Sec. “We must have lost each other. I was soooo drunk. So, let’s get together again. Soon. And by the way, I would be up for a threesome”. Summer politely made up an excuse as to why she couldn’t talk just then and hung up. Since then Ex-Sec has called her a half dozen times seeking to get together, with either Summer or the two of us. Summer keeps putting her off, but its getting a little psycho-stalkerish. Summer is not into the woman loving thing (unfortunately) and neither of us is into the psycho Ex-Sec. Sexually or otherwise.

So the $64,000 question is:

How does Summer put an end to the calls without creating a dust-up that might expose our affair within the firm?

Help?

Fight fire with fire - introduce the Ex-Sec to Spanky.

[Hank Chinaski]

Originally posted by NotFromHere
I can't tell if this guy was shot with a bb or pellet gun or whether the LA media can't tell the difference.

Will Britney be sued over BB shot?
Spears camp denies role, but photo agency claims bodyguards laughed.

LOS ANGELES - Pop star Britney Spears and her security staff denied knowledge Monday of the pellet-gun shooting of a photographer who was staking out a private baby shower for the singer in Malibu. But the paparazzi shooter who ended up shot may be suing the pop star, according to one report.

Lensman Brad Diaz said he was struck in the thigh by a pellet (or BB?) Saturday outside the mansion where the pregnant star was visiting and enjoying a party thrown for her. Diaz claimed one of Spears' security staff pulled the trigger, according to Ninemsn, which quoted The Sun newspaper.

"I can’t believe it. I was on a public street," Diaz reportedly said. He also said he plans to sue for "millions."

Kelly Davis of the X17 photo agency, which represents Diaz, told the New York Post's Page Six, "I was told by people at the scene that police officers talking to Britney's bodyguards were sort of standing around laughing at it."

"This was an uncalled for act of aggression. Brad has a bullet (or BB or pellet?) lodged deep into his skin," Davis noted.

Police said Diaz was treated with an adhesive bandage at the scene and described his injury as insignificant.

Oh he'll get millions for an insignificant injury, won't he NotBob?

Back when I went to bars to meet women I would often tell them that I was a priest. This would cause them to relax their guard, as all but the most aggressive saw that it made me unobtainable. Over the course of the evening that same unavailability would play with their minds and fantasies. by midnight, when I broke out my story that I was really considering leaving the Church, they were in my pocket pretty quick, so to speak.

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by Shape Shifter
The 3some is your only way out. Have fun!

The funniest thing is he believes the Ex Sec was all woman.

She was "tucking."

[Shape Shifter]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Perhaps "vaporizing" is the better term:

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/articl...type=printable

Cool.

"'You don't have the harshness you get from smoking, no next-morning cough, no shortness of breath,' said Kathy Gagne, a 56-year-old Oakland resident who began vaporizing medicinal cannabis five years ago to treat her depression. 'I could run around Lake Merritt the morning after I vaporize.'

Plus, many users say, vaporizers use less marijuana than other smoking devices, so they are saving money in the long run."

They need to come up with a better term than "vaporize," though. Sounds like they're blasting Klingons.

Originally posted by Replaced_Texan
I agreed not to talk about it any more. It was annoying the regulars.

So, I step away for awhile to run the Spanky Show and the Insurgency Boards, which you killed, and you go and have an actual Real Life FB hookup? I didn't even know there was any meat left on this board. You kill my boards, and then tease me about sometning I dont know whats gong on and declare a moratorium?

Baltassoc is the grumpy guy from Baltimore who is married with kids, right? I didnt realize he did the meeting GA things. Maybe he was aligned with JFUCK?

[Not Bob]

Originally posted by lo han kuo
Hi FBkiddies! Long-time lurker, first-time poster here (and no, I am not a Penske sock).

The summer must be almost finished for Summer, no? Surely she can schedule and reschedule something a few times ("oh, lo had a client meeting come up, and Mrs. Department Head invited me to tea, so we couldn't make it.") in the short amount of time left. Then she's back at school, and out of the picture -- and doesn't have to piss off Ex Sec before your Annointment later this year.

How does an old married guy pick up the hot summer chicks, anyway? God knows I've tried, but perhaps I've been too subtle.

[Boo Berry]

Originally posted by lo han kuo
Hi FBkiddies! Long-time lurker, first-time poster here (and no, I am not a Penske sock).

I have an interoffice relationship dilemma. I am not sure how helpful you all will be, but one never knows.

Here’s the 411, I am “of counsel” at a regional BIG firm in flyover land. Up for partnership next year. Recently I had two significant events happen at the firm.

My secretary of several years, who I have long suspected of being a pre-op trannie or drag queen (an observation that I had mentioned to a few other co-workers), but somewhat attractive in a “if I put those two possibilities out of my mind” sort of way, got fired. Deep sixxed. Canned. The immediate reason was that she completely fucked the pooch on a document distribution for another attorney, but one of the HR people had put her in the cross hairs a long time ago, so it was a good excuse. So she exits on bad terms, but without hating me.

Prior to the axe falling I started an interoffice romance with a summer. Did I mention I am married? And up for partner next year. OOOOPS! It is what it is and it’s all but over (a pure summer romance), but for the following issue that arose that ties the two events together.

Two weeks ago, I am out with Ms. Summer at a hole in the wall bar off the beaten track. Who walks in but Ex-Secretary. Busted. She comes over and the first thing she says is “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything”. Shit! Fuck! So she invites herself to sit down. Says she is meeting a GF. At this point I feel compelled to be nice to protect my ass. One thing leads to another, Ex-Sec orders shots, and then more shots and soon everyone is wasted. Ex-Sec’s friend calls and cancels, at which point, Ex-Sec suggests we go to Club XYZ where another friend of hers is a bartender. We feel sort of roped in so we play along.

As we are walking down the street, with plenty of other foot-traffic, out of the blue, Ex-Sec, somewhat drunkenly, stops and drops her skirt and panties and says, “see, all woman”. Shit! Fuck! The wrath of office gossip comes back to bite me on the ass, with plenty of aghast lookers-on to witness. We convince her to pull it together and we jump in a cab and head to club. In the cab Ex-Sec proceeds to flash the cab driver. Things are going down hill fast. We get to the club and Ex-Sec runs into some friends and starts talking. We say we are going to the bar for drinks and leaver her. As soon as we get to the bar, Summer and I look at each other and in unison say, “let’s ditch her”. Which we do.

About 3 days later, Summer gets a call at work. Ex-Sec. “We must have lost each other. I was soooo drunk. So, let’s get together again. Soon. And by the way, I would be up for a threesome”. Summer politely made up an excuse as to why she couldn’t talk just then and hung up. Since then Ex-Sec has called her a half dozen times seeking to get together, with either Summer or the two of us. Summer keeps putting her off, but its getting a little psycho-stalkerish. Summer is not into the woman loving thing (unfortunately) and neither of us is into the psycho Ex-Sec. Sexually or otherwise.

So the $64,000 question is:

How does Summer put an end to the calls without creating a dust-up that might expose our affair within the firm?

Help?

Did the secretary have a sex change? Did he/she have an adam's apple or man hands?

[Sparklehorse]

Originally posted by Not Bob
How does an old married guy pick up the hot summer chicks, anyway? God knows I've tried, but perhaps I've been too subtle.

I love you like the guy down the hall who's fun to flirt with (but I've never actually met), but aren't you also the guy who is afraid to compliment the waitress's new hairstyle lest Mrs. Not Bob read your unfaithful thought waves?