Surely no-one could seriously think he wanted to fùck her, could they? I mean...look at her.
This would have been my defence if I were Fallon.
Surely no-one could seriously think he wanted to fùck her, could they? I mean...look at her.
This would have been my defence if I were Fallon.
What did he mean, anyway? Up her jumper? Down his pants? Down hers?Quote:
Originally Posted by Burney
I've always thought that the workplace should have a greater freedom to act in a lewd/unpleasant manner than any other sphere of life. When you have to put on your professional face for clients (and sometimes colleagues), being able to walk out of a meeting or put the phone down and say something utterly terrible about the person you've just been interacting with is an important release valve.