This is how I look when I wake up

I had this dream that I fucked the entire Baggage Handlers Union of Newark, New Jersey.

Nah, just kidding.

But, I did have this dream last night that involved Bob W., one of our VP's of Sales & Marketing, a feather, some handcuffs and lots of butterscotch.

Which is fun, I guess. But Bob is married with 2 kids, his wife is his high school sweetheart and I had, until last night, not one iota of lust, attraction, or carnal thoughts whatsoever. He's just Bob, who sometimes brings Krispy Kreme on Fridays (you rock, Bob), badmouths our company softball team (because they suck ass) and loves the NE Pats (again, you rock, Bob.)

Now Bob's going to stroll by as I'm making copies and suddenly I'll think of the 7 different positions and the feather going slowly, slowly down my back and Bob's hot breath right below my left earlobe and I'll be as red as a fire truck. And Bob's gonna wonder what the fuck is wrong with me.

Thanks a lot, Mr. Sandman.