I remember that. After prom was so much better than during prom. There's nothing to eat at Yonge & Finch.
On my washroom route, there's a lady with a filing cabinet just outside her cubicle. On that cabinet rests a box of those charity chocolates that she must be selling for her kid. Her back is turned to those chocolates. My new assignment is to eat as many of those chocolates as possible, without detection. The goal is clear enough, but its execution will be tough. The target area puts me in the line of sight of 2 other cubicles and an office (which is currently closed, but is often open). I have to be silent and I think the perfect time is coming up, when most people eat their lunch. I think I've found something to occupy myself with for the rest of the day...
I bet it was extra tasty. I thought you were going to say, "The woman has a great ass and I always see her bending over when she's at her cabinet."
At my last office, I might've been Jim. There's not enough people below the age of 25 here, for me to really joke around that often though. I really like the washroom though. There's like no men on my end of the office, so I get it to myself for extended periods. They also put a stack of newspapers and stuff on the counter near it (for some other reason), which is awesome. Every day I grab some reading material and take a long comfortable morning dump.
Went to my old school's after prom cause I moved high school's this year...it was pretty fuckin' live. It was at my buddies house and EVERYONE from their grade 12 class was there. Now, I have to go to class
Damn you still have to go to school son? All the high schools around my area were done like a week ago.
I have 3 weeks left. My parents are like, you can go but you have to be back by 6 am. So here I am, sobering up and burning out and I have to go to school. Well, at least I got my mack on and had a good time.
