Our new accounting department manager lady is nice. She's friendly and all of that. Her thing is to make herself always seem like the perfect "business professional". Yeah, whatever,, that's fine.
She's in her mid-late 30's and is decent looking n stuff..whatever..
So, today at the office, one of their department laser printers needs a toner cartridge replaced. I'm walking by the storage room and she sees me walk by and stops me. She can't find the right replacement.
So I'm like, ok, It's gotta be in here somewhere and start looking with her.
Our company started using those damn generic cartridges, so the labels on them are terrible and impossible to read.
I'm on one side of the storage room looking up and down the shelf and she's on the other.
I turn around to look at the numbers on the original cartridge again and she's on her hands and knees reaching under the shelf.
As I glance down I notice a giant tramp stamp where her shirt crept up. The tattoo says, "S L U T" with a little designy thing around it.
Haha,, So now I can't stop thinking about it. I'm a normal guy yanno. I'm happily married and not thinking about anything like THAT at all, but it stirred my inner 16 year old boy.
Now the next time I see her in a meeting I won't be able to pay attention.
What say you MGOBLOG world? I thought about all those college girls that got these tats years ago.. There are gonna be grandmas with stamps soon.... wtf?