So yesterday, on a smoke break (Yes I smoke, leave it alone), somehow the conversation twisted into our boss shaving his ass.
Don't ask me how this happens. The smoke break coversations we have follow a very strange flow. Just last week, we were talking about gardening, with a 30 minute interlude of Batman. These things happen, but usually, they don't make me picture my boss bent over with his head between his legs, reaching up with a razor to shave his ass. (Thank you nameless co-worker for reenacting that for me by the way...)
And then the question got asked.
"If a man shaves his ass, where does he stop?"
Seriously. Do you do the front to match it? Do you go down the legs? Mainly, because picturing a guy with a pristine hairless ass on top of the standard male wookie-legs is almost to funny to imagine.
And this is why I didn't get any work done yesterday.
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