I think you pretty much summed it up there, babe. :blush:

Uh, I don't think so. Was the store OPEN? Were people around? Are we talking "in line at the deli counter" or "on the deli counter"?

Playing "Hide The Salami?"

OK, OK

Red was the Produce Manager for a large grocery store in the city we lived in at the time. Because the store was closed for Christmas, it was his job to go in and check to make sure the freezers were running etc. I went with to keep him company. The deed was done on the counter. Add deli counters (and large conference tables actually) to that list Clod.

I'm too big a ninny to do anything in public where we might actually get caught by a stranger. Which, incidentally, drives Red nuts because I'll post my bits on the internet, but won't risk messing around in public.

I don't get it either, but the best explaination I can come up with is that you can choose to go to the NSFW threads or not, where a stanger has no choice if they catch two people working on getting an indecent exposure charge. FWIW, I have had sex with other people in the room, but they were having sex too, so it's not like I'm a total prude about doing it in front of others.

huh, it looks like your computer cut off the rest of your post. this is supposed to be the first sentence of a new paragraph.

Did you give Red number 34, and shout "now serving number 3" and make him wait?

The Cellar isn't "public", is it? We're all friends here, aren't we?

I've never done that - what was it like?

:lol:

I'm checking the health and safety codes right now.

Was the slicer turned off and disconnected from the outlet?

It's like having dinner at a all you can eat buffet. :-)

I admit I've never tried it, but I might have a little trouble getting the job done if I had to stare down an electric meat slicer during the act.

Fred comes home after a hard day's work at the pickle factory and announces to his wife that he's developed a terrible sexual compulsion; he wants to stick his dick in the pickle slicer. His wife suggests he see a sex therapist, but he says he's too embarrassed. He promises to sort his problem out himself ...


A few weeks later, Fred comes home ashen-faced. His wife can see he's seriously upset.


'What's wrong?' asks the wife.


'Well ... you know that urge I had to stick my dick in the pickle slicer...'


'Oh, My God!' says his wife, 'What happened?!'


'I got fired' says Fred. His wife unzips him and, to her surprise, finds his dick still intact. Astonished, she asks 'What happened with the pickle slicer?'


'Oh,' says Fred, 'She got fired too.'

I want to do it on the bear skin rung on in the museum... or a least I would if it was treated with arsenic.

No, and the next day they got a little behind with the orders.