If I EVER see these mouse pads in anyone's office, I swear to god...

I'm pretty sure my Mom works with some guys who'd have these and go, "What?!" if someone questioned them about them and wouldn't have a clue as to why this is a bad idea.


I'm pretty sure my Mom works with some guys who'd have these and go, "What?!" if someone questioned them about them and wouldn't have a clue as to why this is a bad idea.
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I have a friend who is blonde and beautiful and, although I sometimes enjoy knowing I've caught a guy's eye, I can't imagine always having that feeling that someone is checking you out as an object. In the case of these mousepads, the beautiful blonde IS an actual object. Yuck.