I love the getting-down-like-David-Duchovny-at-a-drunken-office-Xmas-party questions because I am pretty much always willing to do dares that would get me fired real quick like and then ”punish” me with a million dollars. It’s like, “Oh, no! Please don’t give me a way out of this 40 hour a week Sartre play and then, double please, please don’t give me a shitload of money I can and will use to buy happiness.” As far as I can see, this is win-win. Yes all over this one. Very, very yes! I would love to never see half my co-workers again anyway, and I think arousing myself to orgasm (real orgasm, ladies! The Spice Girls did not sacrifice their lives so we would have to fake our orgasms!) in front of aaaaaallllll of them should just about do the trick. I mean, who would say no to this? Who cares what people at work think of you? You’d never have to go there again (duh. Is this thing on?). I am so into this one it’s not even funny.