Story not involving sex so may be acceptable to the virgins on here....
Our old office was horrific. Dingy creamy walls, hideous brown carpet. Everything that the 1970s had to offer - but vomited forward into the 90s. The whole place was really manky as well, with an slight odour of unknown origin eminating from the aircon system, but reminiscent of stale milk.

I used to sit at the window, facing my immediate boss. For some reason flies used to congregate near the window - probably attracted to the rancid odour coming from the vents.

In moments of ultra-tedium, my boss - a normally very straight-laced, hard-working, very serious IT type - would join me in trying to hit the flies with elastic bands. Sounds like a ridiculous concept, but after much effort we actually got quite good at it. With a little dedication we were both able to hit a fly maybe 5 or 6 feet away from us with perhaps a 40-50% hit rate.

Maybe we should have this in the 2012 Olympics?
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Mon 12 Jan 2009, 16:38, Reply)