September 19, 2002

Perks of Working for a Gay Man

My boss just called me here at the office from his cell phone exclaiming, "Look out the front door"! "Look out the front door"! I raced around my desk and slammed myself against the iron gate, jerking my head from left to right. "What am I supposed to be looking at"? I asked, seeing nothing but 3 pigeons pecking at a napkin on the ground. Within a few seconds a perfect, shirtless physique jogged by in front of me and around the corner. While most may think I'm too boy crazy, my boss caters to my weakness.

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