Tomorrow’s casual Friday for me which means no pants.
Gotta keep WFH fun, right?
That’s not bad, I’ve just been rubbing myself with dirt and soot for fridays. Keep a jar of dandruff beside me to constantly sprinkle fresh flakes onto my shoulders. Avoid wiping after a good shit. Maybe find some randos to help me decorate my black pants with streaks and flows of crusty cum. But there’s no dedication from anyone else, the best I’ve seen is some coke nose and tear lines from the office’s recent widow. It bothers me that I feel like I’m the only filthy casual.
parry it
Work from home?
I remember once working from home using the laptop camera for a 1-1 with my manager.
I had a proper white collar shirt and all. But I wanted to see my other monitor which was partially covered by the laptop. So I bent the lid a bit to see it and my manager says “<name>, are you aware I’m seeing your pajamas?”. And me, half embarazed, half amused “at least I had pajamas!”.
