One of my co-workers, I call him Mr. Arkansas, thought that I might be a good messenger to deliver the following message to my? over-weight sistahs: that they should refrain from wearing little girl panties when wearing their summer-time favorite white pants.
He would be wrong and since I am not an appropriate messenger, I thought these folks might be a better choice to talk to and about sistahs clad in, well, anything or...nothing as the case may be.
He would be wrong and since I am not an appropriate messenger, I thought these folks might be a better choice to talk to and about sistahs clad in, well, anything or...nothing as the case may be.
The FGF opening near our office has been the topic of choice for most of the guys in my office, Mr. Arkansas included.
And since I must included in all these conversations I thought it natural to turn Mr. Arkansas' mission for me over to FGF.
My mission was to get Mr. Arkansas (& the rest of the guys) out of my office. Mission: accomplished. For the time being.
