Monday, March 4, 2013

Just the tib...

Ever stand over someone at their desk and you accidentally look at their junk, just as they look at you. And you know they know where your eyes just were?


In a previous life when I was at  *large insurance company name here*, I often had to speak with a guy in another department. I started referring to him as TIBs which stood for Testicular Itch Boy. EVERY time I'd go to talk to him, he'd start diggin away at his crotch like he had buried treasure in there.

I've forgotten his name by now, both because it's been many lives since but also I referred to him so often as TIBs that his name escapes me.

Til next time!
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