Tea-bagging
I used to work for the worst boss in the world. I think I've mentioned him before.

Anyway, one night, after a particularly grating run-in with him, I went off in a huffy fit. Later in the evening, upon spying one of the many cardigans he left in the office frequently, I gobbed a slimy friend into it, and chortled at the thought of him wearing my phlegm.

A couple of weeks later I was on shift with the compulsive lying druid, and admitted my shameful act to him.

He laughed, and agreed I should be embarassed about it. Then asked casually if I drank tea. "No, don't like it or understand it."

To which he responded "Me neither" and stuck his hand down his trousers (this wasn't THAT uncommon behaviour for this guy. Apparently his particular branch of druidity only washed during the full moon or something).

Anyway, while fishing deeply in his gusset, he continued his response.

"Tom (the arse helmet boss) is the only one who drinks tea at work"

And upon completing this sentence he produced from the depths of his trews a decidedly soggy looking handful of tea bags, which he proceeded to drop straight into the tea bag tin that was kept on the desk.
(lessmiserable, Fri 19 Sep 2008, 3:53, Reply)