c**t Talk
I was sitting at my desk when the phone beckoned me. I picked it up and to my astonishment was greeted by a clitpiece instead of a mouthpiece.
Considering it some intangible flashback I answered, my mouth brushing against the phoneclit.
On the other end my wife gasped. “Norton?”
Tasting c**t I said, “Yes?”
Again she gasped. “What…I feel…I’ll have to call you back!” Never had she rushed off the phone like that.
One day Jelena in HR confided in me that her phone had sprouted…a p***s. Thank God I’m not alone.
And now? Conference calls are a trip.
