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Back in the mid 90's I was a copywriter at an evil multi-national advertising agency. One day, after a boozy lunch I got back to the agency and decided it was time to take a slash/drain the dragon/syphon the python/splash the boots/ect.

(Maybe a comp idea, how many ways of phrasing taking a piss can we create).

I joined a fellow older, drunker(is that a word?) copywriter at the piss wall. I finished well before him and left the gents.
Little did I know the long time agency receptionist (about 55 years old) had been waitng outside to surprise Hank(the other writer). Her plan was to jump him from behind and give him a double rib tickle as he left the dunnies( I'm an Aussie).

I am the most ticlkish person in the world when it comes to rib tickling and recact very badly when it happens.

You guessed it, she jumped me, gave me a massive double rib tickle from behind. Imagine her surprise when I spun around and gave her a massive round house punch to the face.

She somehow reacted by crying and laughing at the same time, and explained I was not the intended target. I spent five minutes apologising and went back to my office rather sheepishly.

She was a good sport and we maintained a friendly relationship. (Not that kind of relationship you filthy minded freaks). The bruising was minimal, thankfully, and she told no-one. What a cool receptionist.

P.S. I'm drunk and may have overlooked some typo's.
(JTR JTR, Fri 1 Jun 2007, 11:48, Reply)