Dull day at work Onosecond
Crushingly early on a Monday, at a crap job at a lousy exam board in London. Yes, that one.

It must've been about 9.30am. Coultas comes over to say hello, while Gay Rog emails me the same sentiments. As I was chatting to Coultas and typing "How are you?" to Roger, I got sloppy.

Roger's email retort was "I'm super, thanks for asking", which some may recognise as a song by Big Gay Al from the Southpark movie. For no particular reason, I thought I'd Google for the full lyrics by way of reply.

Meanwhile, Coultas is yabbering his usual dross about saving the pigeons and the hairy marsupials, while I distractedly typed into the search engine, 'BIG GAY AL'.
At work.
On a Monday morning.

"Cock pop-up" is the nearest way to describe what happened next. Frantically closing one phallus window caused three purpler, angrier ones to appear in its wake. And nothing, but nothing, would make them go away, or stop the multiplying.

Standing up to physically block the monitor lest anyone walk into work that day to be confronted by men greedily tugging at each others winkies, I ended up having to switch the computer off at the CPU. I then left a crying-with-laughter Coultas to walk straight to IT to admit that "I've just been viewing hardcore gay porn at work by accident. Sorry."

I don't work there anymore. It was EDEXCEL.
(Boris Webshite, Mon 30 May 2005, 21:02, Reply)