... reports are I turned to colour of a prime, ripe beetroot.
So, all day today was a planning day at the Government organisation I currently work at. Towards the end of the day, when things were being written up on the magical electronic whiteboard, it was getting a bit silly, we were tired, it had been a long day, nonsense was being called out along with the sensible stuff. Comments flew about the penmanship of the gentleman writing stuff up.
"Nice Rs" I chimed in.
The room went quiet, snickers and guffaws began. I realised what I had said.
It was at this point, I have now been told by several witnesses, that I went the sort of red you usually only see when cutting a very rare steak. Apparently even my ears were vermilion.
I strongly suspect I will NEVER live this down.
Thursday, May 1
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7 comments:
Vey funny!
So sorry about the blushing though...
;o)
- Lee
hahahahahaha!
Heeheheheheheehehehe!
Brilliant!
So do tell..does he indeed have a nice R's?? xxS
Ha! Shannon, you beat me to it.
His handwriting was excellent, long curvy bits on the Rs.
As for his arse, not bad but not as nice as Mr Brown's.
Happy to hear you prefer Mr. Brown's! I'm lucky, too - My Beloved's is quite fine! :-)
LOLOL, hootage Ms Mouse!!
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