to take the mick out of male colleagues who bring in shared food that their WIVES have made

[morningpaper]

this makes me both scornful and slightly depressed and I resort to extreme sarcasm

Only last week I was nibbling lemon cake from a colleagues WIFE.

What IS that ABOUT?

AIBU?

hmm. You and I may be in the same boat. Or possibly university. DH's is another story.

And yes, I've voted. For you. Happy?

Ah, you see, Habbibu, I suspect that your DH's university is erm, alpha/competitive. They might not use paint-balling to settle the bitch question, but perhaps they use.. I don't know. A rolled-up copy of the London Review of Books?

Cakegate!
Still going strong

rofl at LRB bitchwhacking

And cakegate

swedes: my ploy for chit-chat for dire work dos is to tell the chaps what the insides of their testicles look like!
Cue much crossing of legs

Oh, to bring this back on topic, ask me what they look like....
.it's baked.
Go on.

What do they look like? Oh no, this is going to put me off something, isn't it?

An eccles cake?

A sausage roll?

A croissant?

A cornish pasty?
a baked bean?

I'm anxious, I confess.

Tis....

Gingerbread.
I kid you not.

Guess where I work?

Well, baby budgerigars look exactly like bollocks.

baked beans or turkey testicles? - you decide

A medical school anatomy lab?

Swedes and [vom]

Bernard Matthews?

Do you work in Greggs?

She does!

Swedes- close - pathology lab!
Can't confirm what turkey testicles are like, just human ones. Cut surface just like Gingerbread.

Gingerbread is yum too.

To get back on topic. I find baking therapeutic and do make too much. Have offered excess to DH to take in but he generally declines. Amusingly, they design packaging for Bernard Matthews.
Six degrees of turkey bacon anyone?

You seem to rather relish the cutting of testicles you evil scientist type.

oops sorry Wilf (not swede) you were pretty close there!

perhaps dh worries that you have, erm, scrubbed sufficiently?

Perhaps the packaging designers worry that the Gingerbread men you bake will come alive, chase them and chop off their testicles. I feel your DH is wise to decline.

You bastards. You've all gone to bed.

Good night everyone!