As I sit and contemplate how I came to be the most popular person at work, I begin to wonder when exactly it was I removed my pants and where they are now. If I go to look for them my penis will be on full show, as are my colleuge's breasts at the moment, but I can't see them as she's sat under my desk. Maybe she knows what happened to them? Maybe. Right now I have a sandwich to eat. Answers will follow, they always do.
