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Just back from our work bonding at Tapatoo.

As is customary at these sorts of things, they divided the larger group into smaller teams of 4 or 5, and handed out assignments to make us work as a team.

Then our team competed with other teams in inane tasks like "pass the marble from one tube to the other and drop it in the cup" or "stand on this log all together and walk as a group toward this piece of duct tape."

Generally speaking, I'd prefer doing my own surgery without anaesthetic to these sorts of initiatives.

Anyway, luckily my group consisted of like-minded individuals who immediately subscribed to my suggestion for a group name: Group Pervo. And, our cheer (cue clap) We're perverted...we're we're perverted.

While other groups got really serious...no I mean it....REALLY SERIOUS about winning, we were like, "Fuck it. Let's have as much fun as possible and laugh our asses off."

So want to know what happened?

We won.

Not only that, we won the tie-breaker by doing one of the activities BACKWARDS.

It was perfect. And it would have been MORE perfect if Barb had been there.

Barb would have made a great addition to team Pervo. In fact, I believe she was there in spirit....burnt eyelashes and all.