Donkey Punch

Scene: Group of workers desperately trying to get a piece of cake during office gathering…

Sally: …What’s a donkey punch?

[Everyone Snickers]

Sally: Son of a nutcracker. Tell me! WHAT IS A DONKEY PUNCH?!

Bob: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Kevin: Not something you should be yelling about. Ass.

Bob: Especially in a work environment.

Sally: Then tell me what it is!

P4p: No way. I am not saying that out loud. You can find out in your own time.

Sally: Screw you guys.

Bob: Why don’t you Google it?

Kevin: Not something you want to Google

Sally: Should I actually Google it at work?

Bob: [shakes head]

P4p: [gives Sally a look]

Sally: I mean, what are they going to do if I do Google it. I could say I did it by accident if anyone ever asked. You know what? I am going to Google it. To spite all of you bastards.

P4p: I don’t think it’s possible to type “Donkey Punch” into Google by accident. Especially with the safe search off.

Bob: [shrugs]

As everyone is done their cake and therefore have no reason to be at the “party” they return to their respective offices.

* * * *

Sally alone in office Googles Donkey Punch, finds the definition and e-mails it to P4p.

P4p goes into Sally’s office.

P4p: I can’t believe you actually Googled it.

Sally: But I did it really fast!

P4p: You’re right. I guess the tech people can’t see what pages we visit on the internet “if we visit them really fast”. Ass.

Sally: Screw you. You should have just told me.

P4p: How could you not know that already? That saying is as infamous as the “Dirty Sanchez”.

Sally: What’s a Dirty Sanchez?