How many bimbos does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Trick question! They can't.
Rebecca Able marveled at the practice bulb in her hand. They said she couldn't do it. The act of setting it in the socket and turning clockwise until it fit went beyond the limits of her brain after the company re-trained her. She pulled it off anyway... or at least she thought she did. Grinning like an idiot (because she was), she excitedly waved the bulb to the real electricians.
"Lookie, guys! I got it in! I's a dicklicktitsian again!"
The guys laughed. "Great job, Becky. You really showed us."
It wasn't the bimbo's fault that she didn't understand this practice bulb simply popped in and out. Or that it wouldn't light up, being a cheap plastic toy, causing Becky to flick it and pout.
If told, none would have believed the redhead once held a title as lofty as Senior Electrician. Or that she used to boss those same men around daily, chastising them for the tiniest imperfections.
Her downfall started with her classes. Meant to root out and eliminate anything that held her back, they pushed her to question what she knew about her job. Simple, right? But then the drugs and hypnosis poured in. Suddenly up was down, black was white, AC was DC, and nothing about electrical currents made sense. Simply put, they overloaded her little girly brain. Lost in a haze of endless possibilities with no facts to trust, her brain settled into its wonderlust state as the training weaned her off its drugs and cleared all remaining hypnotic suggestions.
When she returned, everything looked shiny and new. Everything shocked and amazed her. And they had one man to thank, who gave poor Becky a playful swat on the ass as he snuck up on her behind.
"Now Becky, remember that you need a current to get it to work. No charge, no light."
"Oooooh!" she pretended to understand. "This is hard, and not the fun kind like my nippies when you play with them."
More laughter, but Dan didn't mind. Hearing his ex-boss happily spout this kind of drivel made its public nature worth it. Mussing her hair, he rewarded her by slipping a hand under her flannel shirt and pawing her boob.
"Don't worry, you'll get it some day. If you don't, that's okay too. We love watching you try to figure it out."
And if she did get it, he could always recommend that Becky undergo another round of that groundbreaking, experimental form of training that got her (and him) where she was today. Until then, Dan would watch with amusement as Becky's lips puckered and eyes widened every time she surprised herself by managing to get the bulb in the hole.
Right before he led her up to his (her former) office and plugged his bulb in her hole, right over her old desk. Followed by an expert lesson in the wonders if static electricity.
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How many bimbos does it take to screw in a light bulb?
Trick question! They can't.
Rebecca Able marveled at the practice bulb in her hand. They said she couldn't do it. The act of setting it in the socket and turning clockwise until it fit went beyond the limits of her brain after the company re-trained her. She pulled it off anyway... or at least she thought she did. Grinning like an idiot (because she was), she excitedly waved the bulb to the real electricians.
"Lookie, guys! I got it in! I's a dicklicktitsian again!"
The guys laughed. "Great job, Becky. You really showed us."
It wasn't the bimbo's fault that she didn't understand this practice bulb simply popped in and out. Or that it wouldn't light up, being a cheap plastic toy, causing Becky to flick it and pout.
If told, none would have believed the redhead once held a title as lofty as Senior Electrician. Or that she used to boss those same men around daily, chastising them for the tiniest imperfections.
Her downfall started with her classes. Meant to root out and eliminate anything that held her back, they pushed her to question what she knew about her job. Simple, right? But then the drugs and hypnosis poured in. Suddenly up was down, black was white, AC was DC, and nothing about electrical currents made sense. Simply put, they overloaded her little girly brain. Lost in a haze of endless possibilities with no facts to trust, her brain settled into its wonderlust state as the training weaned her off its drugs and cleared all remaining hypnotic suggestions.
When she returned, everything looked shiny and new. Everything shocked and amazed her. And they had one man to thank, who gave poor Becky a playful swat on the ass as he snuck up on her behind.
"Now Becky, remember that you need a current to get it to work. No charge, no light."
"Oooooh!" she pretended to understand. "This is hard, and not the fun kind like my nippies when you play with them."
More laughter, but Dan didn't mind. Hearing his ex-boss happily spout this kind of drivel made its public nature worth it. Mussing her hair, he rewarded her by slipping a hand under her flannel shirt and pawing her boob.
"Don't worry, you'll get it some day. If you don't, that's okay too. We love watching you try to figure it out."
And if she did get it, he could always recommend that Becky undergo another round of that groundbreaking, experimental form of training that got her (and him) where she was today. Until then, Dan would watch with amusement as Becky's lips puckered and eyes widened every time she surprised herself by managing to get the bulb in the hole.
Right before he led her up to his (her former) office and plugged his bulb in her hole, right over her old desk. Followed by an expert lesson in the wonders if static electricity.