a friend from the office, angie, asked me the other day what size of bra i wore. now, i know this sounds a little odd, or maybe just a little too high school sleep-over but wait...
she had recently returned from a vacation to venezuela with all sorts of goodies, including bras; apparently they make some super-sexy bras. since her hubbie was still there she talked him into bringing some home for all her friends. (thanks mr. angie!)
i ran into the bathroom to double check my size--in the middle of this another co-worker walked in, looking at me rather strangely. after all, i did have my shirt have off and was looking at my bra tag. without thinking i said, "sorry, but i was just getting my bra size for angie's husband", and walked out. yup, i'm retarded and now the office home-wrecker. awesome.
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LMAO! I want to work at your office just for the giggles. Do they laugh at you alot?
yes, we laugh at Sarah a lot...but she probably dishes it out more than she receives.
You're soooo bad!
Heh.
you never did say what size you wear.
Ha ha! Your office likes it don't pretend differently.
Everyone knows you're the office home wrecker, and I'm not referring to any bra tag incident
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