Picture the scene. There you are, loitering in a customer's office, sweating profusely, swearing under your breath and stressing over the latest abomination that calls itself a service "activity" that comes to you. All the while, your guts are bubbling away from the poorly digested chicken caesar wrap from Tesco, leaving your puckered ringpiece feeling like the entrance to Satan's play pen. To end your suffering, you attepmt to push out a quiet fart, hoping to the Almighty no-one smells it. Unfortunately, the hottest man / woman in the office walks past just as the offending botty-burp reaches olfactory sense height. He / she looks around thinking his / her brain is about to cave in.
Three hours later, while looking on the interwebs, you see these and wish you'd seen them a day earlier.
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Three hours later, while looking on the interwebs, you see these and wish you'd seen them a day earlier.
Subtle Butt.jpg
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