The terseness of texting is both a blessing and a curse. I like the brevity and succinctness, but it can be brusque and ungracious in the process.
I leave my phone in my desk and check it once or twice a day. People know I don't walk around with my cell phone like a pace-maker.
Nah, mine fits in my pocket. I'm just not making myself accessible to 50 employees 24/7. Plus, it could get broken when I break up fights and I would have to pay to replace it. That phone is primarily for me to speak to my kids, wife, mom and friends. It's not to conduct business on. I have a work number, dial the mother phucker if you want to speak to me and my secretary will put you through.
So his dick mittens weren't too buzy to text you, but he couldn't do it? I don't even think there is a word for that. red sends dick pics to all the interns.
Definitely perplexing. shane's a case study. tirk and I just bail him out when he calls on us. It's the least we can do to help him along in his day.
Only Soonerbabe knows for sure. She said there may be no bones in his closet but he still has plenty boners there.
