Ron
Ron liked a drink.

He owned the small software company I was working at. Every Friday, he used to take us all to the pub for an extended lunchtime drinkathon until his missus, who did the accounts, put a stop to it. He used to go down the pub after work every day and a few of us would join him but the missus also put a stop to that.

He had to get his fix somehow.

One afternoon, he called me into his office for a chat. I placed my cup of chilled office water on his desk and sat down. He pulled a bottle of drink in a brown paper bag out from under his desk and said "down that water, have some of this". So that's what he got up to in there.

He used to lock himself in his office and hang his jacket over the small window in the door. Aparently he liked to have a wank whilst he was drinking judging by the reams of porn that he accidently sent to the office printer one day.

Dude.
( stopmeandslapme Cometh the hour, cometh your mum, Fri 19 Jun 2009, 13:12, Reply)