There was a day that really didn't feel like dressing professionally for work at The Blouse. So I called work to see if the head honcho was in or not. I figured that one of the girls could tell me covertly. Cool. What I didn't anticipate was the head honcho answering the phone. Shit. I paused, then hung up on my boss. Smooth, really smooth.
Super smooth except that Honcho pressed *69. Shit.
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