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It really is so much more than dobbing. The first half-hour is a blessing, because that's when we were able to settle into our groove and show Yeeny the ropes. Gotta be pre-pared...bingo is not for the faint of heart.
The room enclosed by windows yeah that's the Big Room. Dob out FreeSpaces first. The monitors show the next ball but you can't technically call your Bingo until the announcer cites it. Don't be alarmed by the caller's fingers. Big Bertha to the right likes to swallow hot dogs whole, slathered in cheese sauce. And Frail Susie has to touch all of her tchotchkes and knicknacks for good luck; she won't be sharing that XXL bag of M&Ms with you so don't even ask.
Then it's dob and chat and people-watch. Last night, after Yeeny's eyes stopped bugging from all of the excitement, we obviously got down to the nitty gritty of embarrassing stories, dog walking, babysitting, and Brazilian waxes.
If you like reading Cubicle Land, I implore you to further explore...
Hose Down Your Hoo-Ha
This is a blog about. Well, you get it. Right?
It's a quippy, online commentary from a Brazilian wax technician that will have you turning bright red if you're at your work computer. But then you'll mass email it to everyone so you can gush about the goods at lunch hour. An old cubie of mine still goes to this technician and highly recommends her. And quite frankly, she freaking rocks.
I wonder if she knows anything about Vajazzling...?
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