BOSS: Come into my office, Young Secretary I Hired Expressly For Filty Extramarital Sex!
SECRETARY: I suppose you wish to perform unspeakable acts upon me? Again?
BOSS: This is correct, Ms. Secretary. As a business professional, I need to get off, pronto.
SECRETARY: I object to this shabby treatment.
BOSS: You object to being an object? Ha ha ha!
SECRETARY: I don't get it.
BOSS: It's a joke us fellas learned back at Dartmouth.
SECRETARY: Huh?
BOSS: Look, if I give you a half-dozen flowers once a year, will you get in here and go downtown?
SECRETARY: Flowers! Wow!
BOSS: Okay, great. Let's get started.
*The true story is similarly pathetic.
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