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Micky Strunza posted the letter on his door, after carefully highlighting the funny parts. All manner of responses came from his female colleagues.
“Eeeewwww…” said Jessica Hone, “I imagine you accepted that one, huh, Mickey.”
“Yeah, yeah, that’s right, Jessica, I accepted it. Sheesh, what am I, some kind of douche bag?”
Stephanie Hamburger, the office hottie, hadn’t even noticed, so Mickey made sure he brought it to her attention.
“Oh…My….Gawd! Oh…My…Gawd….” She said, whilst reading slowly, in the haughty tone that gave Mickey the big boner. Mickey laughed goofily and tried to find something witty to say.
“Pretty weird, huh? Yeah, pretty weird….I get the weird ones I guess.”
Micky stayed late. He watched Jessica leave, then Julia, then his boss, Sandy. The office appeared to be deserted. He peeled the letter from off of his door and peeked around the corner into Stephanie’s office. Her computer was on, but her bag was gone, and so was her jacket. Feeling safe, he brought the letter back into his office. He read again, while pulling Junior out of his pants.
Dear Mr. Strunza,
I met you at a writer’s conference. At one point, we even peed together. I paid you a nervous complement and then you coughed and hit your head….
What the ladies in the office did not realize is that the nervous complement was just as it sounded. He had a nice weener! Yes, yes, he did! How he longed to take it out and show it around, but no, no….oh, yes, yes….it occurred to him as he was coming, just how close submission and emission sounded….aaaahhhhhh….the congruence.
Date Written: February 22, 2004
Author: Jimson S. Sorghum
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