earring poked my t.o.e

It's 4:15pm. It's hot, it's hot... hot hot hot. I'm evaporating with the heat.

... Maybe not... maybe it's....

...William. Yes. Driving me up the lime green walls (don't ask why lime green - might have been the colour of my face when I saw my Boss's nude pics.. *blinks*.. don't ask about that either).

Anyway. William. He has this insanely addictive habit of playing this... mind game.. or shall I put it word games over MSN. It's miraculous, where this person, could make you want to just 'sampan' over there either to give him a big smooch on the lips that would last him a few lifetimes OR to just dunk his head in a tub of super chunky (i repeat.. must be CHUNKY) peanut butter and laugh evilly as you watch him trying to save himself from the wrath of the PEANUTTT BUTTERRR!

... ... ... *cough.. cough*.. Sorry.. got carried away..

Ah yes. He was always saying where would he hide his face after I mentioned that he and I were dirty chatting on the previous post. Hmm.. I have a vague idea... (*hint* tub of super CHUNKY peanut butter *hint* - so that i can lick him clean... *evil sniggers*).

.. *blinks.. blinks*... Now where was I.. Ah yes...

I mean, yeah.. he is shy... somewhat... sorta... rather... But that's not the point is it.? (no..duhh.. he's not 'shy' to start with) The point is, is dirty chatting a crime? Why when everyone sees that one word on my blog an they go like 'Oooohhhhh.... ... dirty chatting' ?

(*visual* Homer Simpson salivating over a barrel of peanut butter.)

What is dirty chatting anyway?
It could mean:

a) Chatting about a gaggle of flesh eating.. chickens.. wallowing in a pig sty full of... Peanut butter?

That's definately.. dirty.
Or it could be

b) Chatting about some poor person stranded in the toilet with no toilet paper and out of desperation, uses _________ to clean up. (fill in blank with appropriate dirtiest item and/or human appendage which are available within reach)
*Hahahaha, simple answer to that - there's absolutely NOTHING in the office toilet!.. well, you could maybe reach the drain strainer with your toe if you just stretch just a little bit.. just a l..i..t...t..l..e.... .. ~squish~... Oops.*

.. ... Okay. Enough of that dirty chat. I'm getting dirtier by the minute.

But the true meaning of dirty chat still dangles out of reach from a piece of string which I pulled off one of my brother's mustard coloured Crocodile undies last night..

SO.. the quest of the dirtiest and most foulest, ebil stinking, horror reeking, gruesome, cancerous fungus on rotten peanut butter left in one of my Boss' mud-wallowing-sneakers... (julea.. get a grip.. dinner time is near).. er... chat ever has started!

I will send a picture of me (me, myself and I) in the dirtiest pose EVER... for the person who leaves the DiRTiEST.. EViLEST.... (full stop, julea.. full STOP..) chat ever in the Comments page. (if there are no contenders, I WILL WIN THE EVER OH SO GRE.... oh... just a picture of me ar?.. ah well)

Yar.. and a earring stick.. thingy .. poked my toe just now. Just FYI. No biggie..
.. .. ... Well.. it was the big toe.. but..

FULL STOP JULEA!!
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*squirms*

And oh, did I mention that my scrumptiousss loverboyy darling has a blog at http://1437lynn.blogspot.com ? (*visual*.. hearts.. hearts.. hearts oozing out of every crevice of my head... Ahhhh.......... )