A well-stacked young advertising secretary wore tight knit dresses that showed off her figure, especially when she walked needless to say it was making everyone a bit awkward.
Her young, aggressive boss motioned her into his office one afternoon and closed the door.
Pointing to her tightly covered derriere, he asked, “Is that for sale?”
“Of course not!” she snapped angrily, blushing furiously.
Unchanged, he replied quietly, “Then, I suggest you quit advertising it.”
