My friend Dizzy*, who until recently has never left South Africa’s shores, was recently posted to Dubai on a reconnaissance mission. Dizzy* who was raised to believe in Jesus Christ, was sent to a predominately Muslim country during the month of Ramadaan. Read: The poor girl is forbidden to eat or drink anything in public from sunrise to sunset, in a country where the average temperature is 40 degree Celsius.
According to her recent gchat status she hasn’t eaten solid food in over a week. And by solid food she means bacon.
Of course, Dizzy* is a trooper and wouldn’t allow something as trivial as dietary restrictions halt her from having fun and she sent us a number of superb pictures.

Picture of pretty lamp taken by Dizzy*.
Anyway, before the girl left she had a going away dinner. At the little soiree one of the topics of conversation was sexual harassment, of course.
L: So the gay guy decided to offer his “services” to the straight guy.
Dizzy*: Who in their right mind sends nude pictures of themselves to the IT guy?
Me: Wait. What? You didn’t mention any nude pictures. You just said he offered his “services”.
Dizzy*: Of course there were nude pictures!
L: Erm, no. There weren’t any nude pictures.
Dizzy*: Hmmm, I wonder why I just assumed there were nude pictures?
Me: Because that’s how you offer your “services” …
The self confessed music aficionado: Yeah, I also assumed there were nude pictures. I mean how else are you to offer your “services”? Do you use a different font? Is Comic Sans flirtier than Arial? Do you use a size 12 font instead of 11?
The Cougar: It’s all in the dot dot dot …