I work with a bunch of guys.
In general, they're not really sensitive. They are smelly and a lot of the conversations in the lunch room revolve around topics that I would be embarrassed to talk about in front of my mom. Also, I can't say the words "duty" or "number two" without being interrupted with people saying what I just said and giggling.
A few months ago, we had a saltine eating contest - where a lot of people tried to eat 6 saltines in a minute. And trust me, after seeing it NOT happen, please know it is a LOT harder than it sounds.
Today, Larry was in the lunchroom talking about his pudding cup. And no, that's not code for anything.
Somehow the conversation spiraled and people started placing bets on how many pudding cups they could eat in an hour. Anyway, lunch ended with the agreement that we're going to have a pudding eating contest between two people who would rather eat pudding until they puke than let the other guy win.
Rules have been established. The pudding funding has been approved and the time of day has been determined.
All that's left is the crying. Oh, and the vomiting of pudding.
It's going to be great.
20 hours ago