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So my boss today bought in this random bag of stuff from a $2 shop. One of the items she bought in was an inflatable punching bag...that sort of looked like a penis sans balls. And the fun begins:
-First, the lady who sits behind and across from me and I both ask why she's not using a foot pump or hand pump to blow up the punching bag. Bosslady had opted to blow it up with her mouth.
-One of the other ladies near us cracks a joke about her pleasing her man in that method. Bosslady fires back with a crack about her (bosslady's) husband being Italian and that naturally segues into a joke around the size.
-This is while she's blowing up this giant inflatable punching bag.
-I'm standing there just giggling (more so at the punching bag shape and the fact that she's using her mouth to blow it up) and then the lady who sits behind/across from me notices I'm blushing
. Which sets everyone else off into a round of laughter. 
Yeah....I kinda left the office slightly red-faced that day.
The bosslady's aim was that it was therapeutic anger management.
(She's going to put it just outside on the balcony so if we're frustrated, we can go and beat at it. I'm planning on using it if I start feeling an anxiety attack coming on)
So my boss today bought in this random bag of stuff from a $2 shop. One of the items she bought in was an inflatable punching bag...that sort of looked like a penis sans balls. And the fun begins:
-First, the lady who sits behind and across from me and I both ask why she's not using a foot pump or hand pump to blow up the punching bag. Bosslady had opted to blow it up with her mouth.
-One of the other ladies near us cracks a joke about her pleasing her man in that method. Bosslady fires back with a crack about her (bosslady's) husband being Italian and that naturally segues into a joke around the size.
-This is while she's blowing up this giant inflatable punching bag.
-I'm standing there just giggling (more so at the punching bag shape and the fact that she's using her mouth to blow it up) and then the lady who sits behind/across from me notices I'm blushing
. Which sets everyone else off into a round of laughter. Yeah....I kinda left the office slightly red-faced that day.
The bosslady's aim was that it was therapeutic anger management.
(She's going to put it just outside on the balcony so if we're frustrated, we can go and beat at it. I'm planning on using it if I start feeling an anxiety attack coming on)
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