<b><a href="http://www.overheardintheoffice.com/archives/005883.html">12PM Because Now I Have to Go See</a></b><br/> <p><!-- ID = 74125 -->Manager: I was walking my dog this morning when I felt a pain in a very private place, so I ran inside my house and pulled my pants down in my living room, and a fire ant had bitten me on my you-know-what!<br/>Employee: Ouch?<br/>Manager: It really itches. I keep going to the bathroom and pulling down my pants and looking at it and touching it, but I'm scared to put any medicine on my private place.<br/>Employee: Oh. That <i>is</i> a problem.<br/>Manager: I know. Oh, I'm itching again, I'll be right back. [Goes to the restroom.]<br/>Employee, to coworker: I'm picturing her 50-year-old, ant-bitten vagina right now, and I want to stab myself to get that image out of my head.<br/><br/>Sandwich shop<br>South Carolina</p><br/>via <a href="http://www.overheardintheoffice.com/">Overheard in the Office</a>, Dec 31, 2007