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As we all know, dissing Valentine*s day as a cynical commercial Hallmark holiday is SO last spring. Personally, I*m spearheading the frontlash.
So make inapproppriate comments and grab the arses of passing colleagues - after all, if it is a holiday designed to sell stuff, all advertisers/marketeers should regard as their own personal Christmas.
Only a whole shitload more romantic.
I*ve never cared for Valentines day but this morning as I stumbled to my desk after yet another sleep depraved night there was a massive red rose across the keyboad.
And that totally made my day.
What if I don*t work with anyone with a bottom I*d dare touch? wink
Makes me wish I used public transport today. lol
Hey John Doom, the idea of squeezing the butts of those in the office that you fancy makes me feel real nostalgic for the old days in the old country.
Down here we*ve become so politically correct in the workplace that not only can*t you even think of doing that, you have to pretend that no-one even has a butt in the first place!
"Down here we*ve become so politically correct in the workplace that not only can*t you even think of doing that, you have to pretend that no-one even has a butt in the first place!"
I swear an ACD once stopped his arm mid-swoop to avoid giving me a pat on the back. I think he was afraid that as the only girl in our department, I might take it the wrong way.
A bit overly conservative, but since I*m not a touchy person to begin with, I was kind of okay with it.
Wow.
Ireland is, as ever, a few years behind on the PC thing, but it*s creeping in all right - mostly in the form of new "employee guidelines" that are sent around every six months or so and blithely ignored.
Perhaps soon we shall all be forced to work in big sterile plastic bubbles to minimise the frequency of the age-old bottom-pat. Or how about a touch-sensitive outfit (one size fits all, available in a range of attractive colours) which responds to any unauthorised physical contact by immediately phoning a lawyer?
In the meantime, a virtual tushie squeeze to you all - and this entire email was delivered while I ogled your collective cleavages...
....especially yours, Stealthman.
Oh Baby! What a rack!
>>Perhaps soon we shall all be forced to work in big sterile plastic bubbles >> to minimise the frequency of the age-old bottom-pat.
I got your bubble right here baby! http//www.zorb.com
>>....especially yours, Stealthman.
>>
>>Oh Baby! What a rack!
Hey JD - fancy a mutual * virtual tushie squeeze* sometime?
Your place or mine?
(and for those who might be wondering about stealthMAN and JOHNdoom getting fresh with each other - don*t jump to conclusions about user names - one of the two of us may not be the gender they seem to be smile
Thought you*d never ask, Stealthy.
And because, as I*m sure you realise, in my culture mutual tushie squeezing, virtual or otherwise, is tantamount to a proposal of marriage, I have quit my job and booked a plane ticket to NZ. Due to arrive Auckland Tuesday.
Darling, you*ve made this the Happiest Day of My Life.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxkissesxxxxxxxxxxxxx
PS Everyone in Adland*s invited. Will forward details of the wedding list.
Wow!
That*s fast work - you must work in Direct... or retail advertising smile
To be honest, I*m not really that surprised because I could feel the mutual attraction pulsing through our banter over the last few months.
Also, my old mother always told me that if I waited long enough, I*d find the right girl, *cos underneath I*m such a wee *stud-muffin* - Jeez, she*s such a sweet old lady - you guys will get on so well ..... well, you*ll have to because we*ll all be living together. I still live at home you see.
Anyway, I*ll see on Tuesday. When you get to the international arrivals point, just look out for the bald guy with the zimmer frame. You won*t be able to miss me - I*ll be wearing the woolen cardigan, and if it*s raining, my favorite old parka.
I just can*t wait...... we can go out and do train-spotting together, plus I can show you my fascinating collection of navel fluff, and there*s a terrific exhibition of early 20th Century knitted bedsocks we can visit together.
Anyway, I*m getting ahead of myself a little. In terms of the wedding, I must insist that Dabitch is our best *man* - after all, it is through Adland that you and I met.
See ya on Tuesday - I*ll make you so happy! wink
Actually I hate valentines but its my wife*s birthday. So I*ve gotten to like it. I am happy that flowers still work and pulling out cake just before she went to work made her nite. For eleven years I haven*t dropped the bomb and have always managed the midnight surprise.
See she didn*t ever run away after getting the pink slip last time.
razz
Ironfist
I am so glad that you are so sensitive to flowers lol
ironfist
" made her nite. "
...nite? Ignite?
Valentine*s Day History
hah hah but she went off to work. So if it ignited it was with someone else tee hee. Naw she*s too nice. But she was happy and I was rewarded with food which will do in a crunch.
ironfist lol
>>Wow!
>>That*s fast work - you must work in Direct... or retail advertising smile
WHAT? DIRECT?? RETAIL?!
That*s it. It*s all off.
Such a shame because you sounded like my ideal man, your zimmer frame would nicely complement my built-up shoe, and your cardie would match my lovely collection of jumpers featuring pictures of cats. I could practically feel the warmth of your parka as you tenderly wrapped it around my hump, when the evening got chilly.
And your mother sounds like a lovely woman.
But RETAIL? I mean, come on. I could never love a man who could accuse me of that, nor do I believe I could love a man who could love a woman who worked in retail advertising, so I guess we gotta call it a day.
Anyone want a one way ticket...sniff... Dublin to Auckland...sob...leaving in an hour?
It*s Tuesday night here in NZ, and I*ve just returned to my home in Wellington after spending a humiliating day waiting to meet JD at the international arrivals terminal in Auckland.
No show - so I arrived back to find her post on this blog telling everyone else about her change of heart...........
I don*t know what to say, I*m gutted, a broken man, totally devastated, ya de ya de ya.........
Mind you, it was actually quite interesting as well.... have any of you guys ever stood at an airport and noticed the planes coming in and out? Bloody good, and after I*d brought myself a notebook and pen from the airport bookshop I actually spent a happy few hours taking notes of the type of plane, airline and serial numbers.... beats train spotting as a hobby any day!
So, where was I? Oh yeah, heart broken, devastated etc etc etc.
OK JD - this is your last chance for love with your Kiwi stud-muffin, come back to me and all is forgiven x
*makes pop-corn, waits for next episode*
Hey Dabitch,
I don*t think there*ll be any more episodes...... but d*ya need anyone to share your popcorn with? wink
stealthman! you slut. I*m telling johndoom.
wink
Ha - you have to watch out for geriatric Kiwis smile XX
Stealthman, you love rat. I turn my back for a few hours and you*re flirting with Dabitch. Though I guess she did see you first and if the law of the schoolyard applies...plus she*s, like, Grand Overlord of Adland and All Her Provinces and Empires, and phew! power like that is a serious aphrodisiac. Still I thought we shared a special bond, not to mention a brand loyalty to Depends.
Incontinent & inconsolable,
JD
Grand Overlord .....wha? Wait a second, are you hitting on me now? What the heck is in the water here?
Yes! Girl on girl action!
*makes pop-corn, waits for next episode*
JD - what can i say?
It must be your fiery irish temperament, but you*re quite irresistable when you*re angry - I*m still here.... waiting at Auckland Airport in case you ever show up frown
But surely you understand that life must go on as well? Us Kiwis are ever the pragmatists, and Dabitch, well, not only does she manage to carry off the leather-clad dominatrix thing - she still makes popcorn as well!!
What*s a guy to do - besides getting banned from Adland for being a sleaze??
OK Dabitch, JD and others, my apologies - time out, I promise to play good from now on, I know that this isn*t THAT kind of site, and will focus on being a good little Adgrunt from now on!
razz
Damn, it was just starting to get interesting too!