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Trainer: He’s a great guy, but he’s very… How should I put this?
New hire: Anal?
Trainer: Yes. I love anal.

Eagan, Minnesota

Boss: You can definitely get it to stay up longer when you are by yourself.

Falcon Avenue
Boston, Massachusetts

Overheard by: Next In Line

Accounting drone: Is someone eating fucking jockstraps and dirty socks now? There really needs to be some kind of restrictions on the food people are allowed to eat in here. How about a guideline like: “If it smells like a dead hooker, treat it like a dead hooker and eat it in your car.”? Thank god we don’t have any Indian programmers.

Milwaukee Street
Milwaukee, Wisconsin

Engineer, emphatically: You can ask me until you are blue in the face, but I still can’t give you an answer.
Boss, unimpressed: I need you to give me an answer.

Stratford, Connecticut

Overheard by: Deek

Front desk agent #1: So anything involving more than five people is considered a gang-bang then, since you don’t have “five-some”. That just sounds weird.
Front desk agent #2: It has to do more with the girl-to-guy ratio. If the ratio is close to one to one, then it’s an orgy. Otherwise, it’s a gang-bang.

Vancouver
Canadia

Overheard by: Lobby Patron

Intern: It was an honor to wear your sister’s undergarments.

Las Vegas, Nevada

Wisconsinite on a diet, talking about quitting her walking team: I quit the stepping. Right now I am focusing all my energy on not eating cheese.

Eden Prairie, Minnesota

Overheard by: Nic

Female suit: There’s nothing worse than being caught without a tampon.

Hollywood, California

Loud office chick: Oh my god, hiccups! I love hiccups! I only get them like three times a year, and I love them!

Hudson Street
New York City, New York

Overheard by: Harriet Vane

Accountant: A Charlie Brown Christmas was on the other day and me and my sister were watching it when Peppermint Patty opened her mouth and a man’s voice popped out. I turned to my sister and said: “Oh my god! Peppermint Patty’s a big ol’ dyke! Turn that damn thing off!”
Secretary: I was raised by a lesbian couple.
Accountant: Oh… Oh, I’m sorry.

Sixth Avenue
Nashville, Tennessee