"Exit, pursued by a bear. "
Well, I'm not a bear, but I've probably flirted with you too much, especially given that I'm not in need of online sex (which doesn't really exist for me anyway). I suppose I like the way you describe yourself slowly, like taking off your clothes very slowly. But I will stop verbally oozing all over the place. (not that you were referring to me anyway.)
now, back to Microsoft, which is so unbearable to have to think about. The big Google headquarters is around the corner from me. I use their mirrors to look at my bulge a lot, because I always think these petri dish types that are greenhoused by 'Google culture', to use the vulgar term, are so aphid-like--especially when I see them outside the building sucking their ciggies and wishing they could do Bulge in the window-mirrors instead of having to work on 'Google Culture'. yuck...