Sorry for the lack of posts in recent days. The diligent soldiers of the bunker have been working diligently for justice and everything. Meanwhile, boilerpeeps were nowhere to be found this morning.
Anyhow, there are lots of guys in the bunker room. And one married woman. This leads to a lot of pent up aggression.
Yesterday it manifested as a day-long footsy game between Neal "my 'shoes' are size 13" Modi and Priscilla "Your feet are beyond the median line, and if you touch me one more time, I swear..." Ochu-Arthus.
How will it manifest today?
In other news, we're supposed to get a new intern. We just want friends. And possibly a balance for the excessive testosterone contained in the room.
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I hope the intern gets introduced to you guys before she reads that post =P
Today during a conference call, the big boss lady tried to play footsie with Priscilla as well. There must be something about those feet.
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