A co-worker is on vacation, partying at the beaches of Australia. He’s sent back a photo of a chick he’s met. Naked. Her, not him.

“The girl insisted I send you this special greeting.” – “Hey, stop pulling my leg. She does not even know me.” – “Trust me, she does now.”

I am not quite sure whether I should find this oddly humorous or frighteningly disturbing. At any rate she’s not my type, has piercings in her nipples, and supposedly is married.

I guess it’s the thought that counts.