he was a she..
Well, it was a she actually..a horrid wizened old crown of a thing with never a nice word to say to anyone and a mouth constantly pursed like that of a cat's arse.. so you can understand, I was a tad shakey!..I gingerly tiptoed round the desk and she just gave me a watery 'hey Dawson' smile and said nada. But when she finally left I saw that she'd been faffing around with stuff on the Desktop and Facebook was closed!-I thought I'd gotton away with it as well until she layed me off just before Xmas- D'oh! oh well (sigh) perhaps Santa gave her a good old orgasm for Xmas..loard knows she could do with one to cheer her up lol!
(misshotlips, Thu 3 Jan 2008, 16:54, Reply)