Secret Santa
Ah, the joy of giving anonymously. Squeal as your boss is given a porn mag for christmas. Out your colleagues with a carefully chosen Gaydar Radio compilation album, but best of all, keep quiet about picking your own name out of the hat and buy yourself something really, really expensive.
What have you given to people you hate?
( , Fri 15 Dec 2006, 10:03)
Ah, the joy of giving anonymously. Squeal as your boss is given a porn mag for christmas. Out your colleagues with a carefully chosen Gaydar Radio compilation album, but best of all, keep quiet about picking your own name out of the hat and buy yourself something really, really expensive.
What have you given to people you hate?
( , Fri 15 Dec 2006, 10:03)
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How wrong could I be...
1) My first year out of Uni in a proper job; a month into the job I get the office bike as my secret Santa. I bought her a pregnancy kit. I thought it was comic genuis. She burst into tears and spent the rest of the day in the toilet. Being the last day of work, we all go for beer afterwards and I learn a couple of things.
I had no idea she was shagging the married MD and was pregnant with his baby. She must have thought that I was going to blackmail her.
Ah well...
2) I was once working for a German company, and the boss woman was a bi-atch. I came in on the last day before Xmas, and she hands me the company envelope. I hand her what looks like an Xmas card.
Her's contained £200 cash, with a note on how well I had been performing.
The one I gave to her expained how she could insert her head up her arse, that she could take this as my official resignation and include one of those Xmas clip-on moustaches trimmed to look like Hitler's tash.
Fair swap, I feel...
( , Sun 17 Dec 2006, 21:24, Reply)
1) My first year out of Uni in a proper job; a month into the job I get the office bike as my secret Santa. I bought her a pregnancy kit. I thought it was comic genuis. She burst into tears and spent the rest of the day in the toilet. Being the last day of work, we all go for beer afterwards and I learn a couple of things.
I had no idea she was shagging the married MD and was pregnant with his baby. She must have thought that I was going to blackmail her.
Ah well...
2) I was once working for a German company, and the boss woman was a bi-atch. I came in on the last day before Xmas, and she hands me the company envelope. I hand her what looks like an Xmas card.
Her's contained £200 cash, with a note on how well I had been performing.
The one I gave to her expained how she could insert her head up her arse, that she could take this as my official resignation and include one of those Xmas clip-on moustaches trimmed to look like Hitler's tash.
Fair swap, I feel...
( , Sun 17 Dec 2006, 21:24, Reply)
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