My office on campus sits across a hallway from several recycling bins. The office is situated, however, in a way that makes it difficult for those at the bins to see inside my office, even though I can see them.
Anyway, I was just aimlessly looking out my office door, and spied an elderly gentleman (whether he is faculty or not I do not know) quietly walking up to the recycling bin. He was carrying a tote bag. He very carefully looked around to see if anyone was looking, and, overlooking the fact that I was in my office watching him, deposited the contents of his tote into the recycling bin. I saw that he was very keen to dump the contents of the tote quietly, and he did so without touching anything in the tote. Then he hastily but, again, quietly scurried away.
I waited a few minutes, summoned the company of a colleague, and looked in the bin. And, yes, in there we found roughly half-a-dozen porno mags at the top of the pile. And, let me tell you, even though we didn't touch any of the mags, we could tell that they were of the especially graphic variety.
But at least the guy recycles.
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Don't tease us now. Anything good?
What makes for "especially graphic variety"? Farm animals? Octogenarians in physically improbable positions?
Just curious...
APA bedroom interview scenes.
Political erectness at its best.
Was there a copy of "Shaved Bare" in the receptacle? Midget porn? Corporphagy?
Inquiring minds want to know.
Any copies of the following:
Shaved Kantians
Hirsute Hegelians
Existentialingus
David Humongous
(verification word: cheri)
Okay, so you saw him dump the mags!
But, if noone else was there at the time, did he make a noise when he came?
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