Just a random thought for a lazy afternoon. If I was in a job I hated i'd quit by dragging my exposed scrotumn through my bosses mashed potato dinner and then use it as a makeshift paintbrush to write "I quit, you whopper" on the floor in spuds and pubic hair.
I may then perform some kind of sex act on his/her car, possibly using it as a target for a makeshift bukkake party.
I may then perform some kind of sex act on his/her car, possibly using it as a target for a makeshift bukkake party.