Meade's Ball
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The Crazy Frog is just crazy enough to hide in a man's bin. Is it wearing a helmet?
tedebear said:ask her to have a look ?? good conversation starter!!![]()
The things I learn off NSC !HampshireSeagulls said:get one of those cans of compressed air you use to clean the keyboard.
yeah ,I saw one of those last year,vicious bastards,nearly had my leg off.tedebear said:mybe one of those big elephant beetles with the pincers on its head??
tedebear said:has the issue resolved itself??
Gritt23 said:Literally, in the last few minutes.
.... I then put the bin down at Rebecca's desk (our rather lovely temp), removed my pad, and ran back into my office, with her bin instead.
"I feel dizzy" she said, breathing very heavingly.
I literally had to bite my tongue not to suggest she put her head between her knees for a minute or so....
Gritt23 said:Literally, in the last few minutes.
Lunchtime arrives, and the accounts office clears out, so my chance had arrived.
I've got one of those big (roughly A3 size) jotter pads on my desk, so that was perfect to put on top of the bin, to prevent whatever it was from escaping. I nervously slid that on top.
From there, I was feeling rather more comfortable as It held the pad on the top, and lifted the bin up. I then carried it out of my office and into the accounts office (my doorway opens on the accounts office). I then put the bin down at Rebecca's desk (our rather lovely temp), removed my pad, and ran back into my office, with her bin instead.
About 15 mins later she returns, as does Prem (my faithful assistant) both armed with their lunch. All is fine, until Rebecca finishes some of her lunch and goes to throw it in the bin,
"Ahhhhhhhhhh, shit, f***, sorry, ahhhhhhhh."
"What, what's wrong" asks Prem
"My bin, there's a frog in my bin" she screams, now shaking like a leaf.
"What's the matter?" I calmly ask as I walk into my doorway.
"There's a frog in her bin" says Prem.
"So? What harm is a frog gonna do to you love?" I say casually, almost laughing.
"I hate frogs." replies, a shaking Rebecca.
"Prem, can you deal with it? Come in here and calm down." I say, offering a consoling arm around her shoulders, as I lead her into my office.
She has just gone back to her desk after sitting in with me for about 15 mins. All shaking, and slightly perspiring, in her crisp little white blouse, where just one more undone button would completely reveal her heaving bussom. It was a particularly marvellous sight at first when she was breathing very hard.
"I feel dizzy" she said, breathing very heavingly.
I literally had to bite my tongue not to suggest she put her head between her knees for a minute or so.
Marvellous scenes all round.