It's Not What It Looks Like!Cawl wrote two years ago, "People seem to have a knack for walking in at just the wrong time:
"Well, my clothes got wet, so did his... Yes, officer, huddling together to conserve body heat... Yes officer, he's five... No Officer... I'm not his Dad."
What have you done that, in retrospect, you'd really rather nobody had seen, mostly as things just get worse the more you try to explain it?
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chthonic, Thu 9 Dec 2010, 21:56)
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A Right Royal Tit...It was late on a Thursday evening. Two of us were left in the office, me and one of the PhD students who was in the final death throes of writing her thesis. A peaceful air of academic activity had descended upon us and I was putting the finishing touches on a review article. The student, in order to conserve what sanity she had left, had taken to plugging her headphones into her PC and listening to the radio, or things that she had downloaded on iplayer. So it was no surprise that when I called over my shoulder to ask if she could take a look at a schematic I had drawn for the paper, that I got no response.
I spoke again and spun my chair round to face her desk; at the exact same moment she must have heard me and hit pause on the programme she was watching. My eyes flicked to the monitor. It was filled by a large, perky pair of breasts. Naked breasts. She followed my shocked gaze and looked back sheepishly.
Turns out she was watching The Tudors, which has an amount of nudity in it and had managed to freeze frame exactly at the point where (probably) Anne of Cleeves had wapped her norks out for Henry VIII’s approval.
Not sure she should have been that embarrassed, had she glanced over at my screen she would have seen that I was looking at crudely drawn magenta cocks and reading stories about supermodels in Honda Accords. Lucky escape there, I reckon.
(, Mon 13 Dec 2010, 9:27, Reply)
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