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Sexual harassment affects most college students
I think about this topic a lot since I do most of the sexual harassment at my workplace. Now this does not mean I am touching anyone, but we all like to have fun in our office from time to time. I have a very liberal work environment, where men and women are sexually harassed equally, and like it equally.
In most cases, these students say that they thought it
was funny, the other person liked it, or it is just a part of school life
the report found.
Now that I think of it, I do not want to label what we do sexual harassment. I believe what we do is fun and nobody is getting offended at all. Now, fully frontal nudity is not something that goes down in our office, unless we are all really drunk.
People sometimes are really uptight about shit. Everyone is offended all the time. I do not think a guy should be crude to a girl unless she really wants him too, but I do think that it is time for some people to lighten up about things.
It's just unhappy people ruining it for everyone because they are not getting attention.
And really when I comes down to it every girl just wants to be bent over anyway...
posted by Jonathan @ 4:12 PM
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2 Comments:
Good LORD Jon, I think every word of this entry (minus the quote from the article and the article itself) has just offended ME. Bravo on that accomplishment!
Jonathon B.A.D. Lidgus, cock, cheers mate sounds like you're getting on well. Not sure where you work, mate, but hopefully the birds there are worth the sexual harassment. I once met an American bird back at Uni who said I was sexually harassin' 'er. Only problem is that she was a portly cunt and about as useless to my cock as a chocolate frying pan. Ran into 'er at a conveni once, likely pickin up some Gerken again. The bogs at the conveni's are always a great place to pinch some toilet paper or even some air fresheners in the cupboards under the sink. Daft blokes who run those shit-can alleys always leave a couple rolls out, and back when I was just startin to sow my wild oats money was pretty tight. Anyways, I walk to the back of the store and ask the portly bird if she wouldnt mind standing in line behind me whilst i did the deed in the bog. I figured the portly bird could be a bit of cover while i walked out of the bog with a couple rolls of toilet paper stuffed down my knickers. Unfortunately, the bloody American bird starts up a row right there in the conveni with me about how i am sexually harassin' 'er and in America that is against the law. The good upstanding scottish gentleman behind the counter probably figured the same thing I did about the leaking bird and redirected her to the the liquor isle for me while I walked out with some shit-towels. As it turns out, I never once paid for toilet paper during my time at Uni. I'm not wasting my brass on that fucking rubbish, skipper, no siree cap'n cousteau three bags full and bells on top 'o the morning to you yifter the shifter yo ho ho and a bottle of f*cking rum you overpriced arsewiping c*nt.
One is enough. Two isn't.
Let us know how you get on.
Maurice Winstanley "Muff" Crowther Richardson
Post Script: Michelle, pet, sorry I havent made my way to your blog yet, or you Richard, cock, be happy to swing by but its getting late again and the pub is calling.
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