Usually, I have no problems having multiple conversations online. But sometimes, my brain doesn't switch between them very well.


Talking to a coworker about penis size in one conversation (particularly, his and his generous endowment)... not in a flirty sense, just a general information sense. Then, I switch to another window, where I encounter the following line (completely *not* about penis size):

"oh yes. i think mine is the biggest they make anyway"

*blink* *blink*

We were talking about heavy bags, for boxing or martial arts. And yet... hehehe. Dirty.

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