Google Smackdown Monday
Dear reader who found my blog whilst googling “naughty office Melissa,”
I’m highly flattered that you think I am Naughty Office Melissa. I mean, I didn’t think I was that sexy hunkered down in the library or standing at the copy machine. But wow, I’m so glad you found that erotic. And I wan’t even copying my ass or anything, just a 1952 article.
I don’t even really work in an office proper. I don’t have a real desk or my own computer. I wonder if my coworkers are called Naughty Office Erika or Naughty Office Emily. I bet they are.
How does one get the title Naughty Office ____? Was the few days I wore a skirt? With flats? Was it the day I had my hair in a crazed pony tail? Maybe it was the time I wore a tank, sweater, and a jacket, because good heavens could it get cold in there. I don’t remember any secret trysts in the elevator. I have only made love to a couple of tens of paintings. Is that naughty enough to be titled so?
I know how you people like your naughty nerds. We are that hot.
Sincerely,
Melissa
December 2nd, 2005 at 6:22 am
I love Google Smackdown Monday.
Also, I can’t help but wonder if perfect strangers being able to detect through Google not just a person’s naughtiness but the venue in which s/he behaves naughtily can be offered as proof of the possibility of the existence of Santa Claus.
December 2nd, 2005 at 9:00 am
Yes, yes it is proof of Santa Claus.