Our boss, Mr Archibald Rasputin, acted so generously out of character, recently. It was his birthday and for once, he actually stumped up with cakes for the entire office. He usually only eats other people’s cakes.
He’d sent a minion to do the donkey work, with money from the petty cash supply. The minion, stout fellow that he is, made sure he chose the expensive cakes.
The other bosses objected to this misuse of office funds, so Mr Rasputin had to pay back the petty cash. He was shocked at the cost when he finally forked out the repayment. It’s never easy for a first-time buyer.
Rumour had it that he’d ‘caked out’ to impress a young lady who was a ’new’ employee. With her perfect beauty and genuinely sweet nature, she would have been many a man’s dream lover.
One day she returned from her lunch break drenched, after it had rained. She looked like she was about to enter (and win) a ‘wet blouse’ contest. According to reports from the front line, Mr Rasputin was spellbound; his eyes popped and his tongue hung out, almost down to his knees. It made some witnesses grimace and reach for their sick bags. click here
i smell sexual harassment…