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<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 14:10:41 -0400</pubDate>
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<title><![CDATA[Zipper Trouble]]></title>
<link>http://www.sagabyte.com/SagaByte/zipper-trouble/</link>
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<pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2008 14:10:41 -0400</pubDate>
<dc:creator>spoton</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[When I was 17 I was at the park playing some basketball with some family.  After a while I really had to take a leak, but when I looked around I didn't see a restroom anywhere.  Doing the pee pee dance got old real quick so I ran over behind some bushes to leak the lizard.As I was finishing up I noticed that a couple of girls were about to come by, so I hurried up and quickly zipped up.  Ever see Something About Mary  Well I now have a new understanding of the movie, somehow I managed to zip up some head skin.I screamed in agony and the girls walking by asked if I was ok.  Not wanting them to come over and see me like this I told them I was fine.  I didn't need any more embarrassment than what I was already in for.I was unable to get my member unstuck by myself, so I had to hide in the bushes and call my aunt over.  I didn't want to call her, but she was a nurse and I thought it was my best chance before having to go to the hospital.  She eventually was able to get my stuff out and I am always very careful with my zippage now.<br/><br/>4 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Coworker Stalker]]></title>
<link>http://www.sagabyte.com/SagaByte/coworker-stalker/</link>
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<pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 00:47:22 -0500</pubDate>
<dc:creator>spoton</dc:creator>
<category>SagaByte</category>
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<description><![CDATA[While working at one of my jobs one fairly unattractive woman became obsessed with me.  It started with her saying hi everyday, but as time went by it began to escalate.  She began leaving me love notes and gifts on my desk.  When she left me a signed photocopy of her butt, I decided enough was enough.There was another problem however, the stalker chick was friends with my boss and I wasn't sure what to do.  I really liked my job and didn't want to risk it.  But at the same time I knew this had to end.  Who knows how far she might try to take this.I decided to set her up by telling here how I loved her photocopy gift and that I would love to see more.  The following day I found my inbox full of pictures of her totally naked.After scanning the photos onto my computer, I emailed them to my boss and explained the sexual harassment situation.  The coworker was quickly fired, and I was stalker-free.<br/><br/>5 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Late To Class]]></title>
<link>http://www.sagabyte.com/SagaByte/late-to-class/</link>
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<pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 01:31:30 -0500</pubDate>
<dc:creator>spoton</dc:creator>
<category>SagaByte</category>
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<description><![CDATA[I used to have a real bad habit of being late to class when I was taking classes at the local university.  It was so bad that I was late for at least one class on a weekly basis.  It didn't help matters when the only classes available were the ones at butt crack ass early 8am.One morning I had overslept for my English class.  I jumped out of bed and ran straight to class in the old pajama pants and a t-shirt I had worn to bed.  The teacher was a hot graduate student and was very cool.  She didn't say a word as I slipped into the class and sat down.A few minutes later she puts a stack of papers down on my desk and asks me to hand them out.  When I stand up she starts laughing.  Then I looked around the class and everyone was laughing.I didn't realize that I had a huge hole in my pajama bottoms right on the butt.  To make matters worse was I was going commando, so I ended up mooning everyone in the classroom.  I never lived that one down.<br/><br/>4 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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<title><![CDATA[Risky Business]]></title>
<link>http://www.sagabyte.com/SagaByte/risky-business/</link>
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<pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 16:41:55 -0500</pubDate>
<dc:creator>spoton</dc:creator>
<category>SagaByte</category>
<guid>http://www.sagabyte.com/SagaByte/risky-business/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[After 5 long years of college I finally earned my marketing degree.  I immediately began looking for a job for the next few months ready to make my fortune.  I didn't get any great job offers and bills needed to be paid so I took a temporary job as an executive assistant at a advertising firm.  I figured this may also get my foot into the door.Immediately it was apparent that the guy was a complete tool.  He had me doing all kinds of bs that wasn't in my job description.  Basically he treated me like his little slave.  Among the many inappropriate things he had me do was lie to his wife while he was cheating on her with his girlfriend.Late one night his wife shows up unannounced.  The boss wasn't in, but I think she suspected he wouldn't be.  He had me tell her earlier in the day that he had a late meeting.  She began to flirt with me heavily and it became apparent where this was going.We ended up getting it on in his office and continued our little relationship for the next 6 months.  The funny thing is that I even got a raise because I was doing such a great job handling the bosses &quot;affairs&quot;.<br/><br/>4 Vote(s) ]]></description>
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