7-7
More paraphrased dinner conversation madness yesterday night:
Me: So, you still get paid to surf for porn at work against your will, huh?
Guy: Yeah. The guy-girl stuff I can stomach, now. But the gay stuff? God. Ugh. Like yesterday… THREE GUYS! I had to walk away from my cubicle.
Girl: Like, 777-ing?
Me and Guy: What?
Girl: You know, 777. You know how 69 looks on a piece of paper, right? Well… 777.
Guy: *shifts in seat uncomfortably* Uhmm… actually… it’s more like… 7-7.
Me and Girl: *pause* Ohhhh.
Subsequent requests to get the URL for the guys 7-7-ing were promptly ignored for the rest of the night.
