There's a little yellow one-tooth idle manager down South of Kat that men do...

Guess who's back? Back again. Slag is back! Tell Bruce's friend!

Bruce Willis's "special" friend it would appear.

Yes, it's the return of the perpetually horny office slaaaaag who abandoned her job and kids, left her manager in the lurch, and went off for some unlimited sexcapades with Bruce Willis.

But for some reason, she wasn't sacked for deserting her desk for celebrity sex.

And there's me without a job come Hallowe'en. I gets redundancy despite being damn good at what I do, and she can go off sexing Jon McClane in front of her manager and still keep her job. Clearly, being unlimited in sexual deviance keeps your boss "on-side" as it were.

Anyhoo, once again another irate customer has come in to complain. And once more, he has managed to traipse all the way from home, on the bus, through the City and Security, and arrived to give the manager a dressing down in his dressing gown.

Wait a minute...

...that's not his dressing down! That's Bruce Willis's dressing gown! Why is he wearing Bruce's bathrobe...
...ah! That strumpet's taught him about being all "unlimited" and now he's gone all gay pride experimenta with a live-in lover!

And now Bruce has sent his bisexual Gillette Soccer Saturday showerboy off to get some lovin' off that office whore he had before.

So now Jeff is trying to cop off with the crumpet by coming up with some faux excuse about broadband.

And once again, Yellowtooth tries to offer a lesser service - but what's this? The horny harlot is sticking her whore in again, and again promoting the rival Sky Broadband...

...but Yellowtooth is being managerial this time! He cuts her off with a big "Shhhhhh"! Yay! Stand up for brand loyalty - or shut her up before she starts selling sexual services to celebrities again.

But I don't think she's that impressed with The Snelling,as she doesn't mention how truly unlimited she is. Clearly footballing pundits do not lubricate her labial lips as much as The Willis.

But then, the pervy pundit of Saturday Morning Kickyball shows make the indecent proposal to the secretarial slapper. Come with to Hartlepool... and if you're as unlimited as Bruce Willis reckons, it's more Hartley Hare, if you know what I mean. All Rampant Rabbits and going at it like bunnies. Or you can just get all bestial, you wanton, unlimited gashfeeder! Hartlepool? Heartily pooling her knickers with a downpour of quimpaste! or something.

Well, she looks distinctly unimpressed. Disgusted even. But that's not going to stop her getting her snatchbox filled! She's such a nyphomaniac she just gets up and goes off with him anyways! It's like, "well, he's not that great looking, and I've already had Bruce Willis, but a shag's a shag, so I might as well give him a knee-trembler down Hartlepool docks in a back alley. But not up me back alley - that's a Brucie Bonus only Willis can fill.".

She looks so unexcited following him out - it's like she's a slave to sex. It's like she so doesn't wanna do it with him, but she has a compulsion to do it regardless.

But, alas, it looks like she's actually going to get the sack. For in the background as she goes off for a bonking, her manager throws up his arms in exasperation. "What, you're skiving off for a fucking again? What's wrong with me... apart from the manky tooth?".

I suppose the next ad will have to surpass this one with Johnny Depp peeling her off her chair to take her for a chuff stuffing. Bent Over The Photocopier By Beckham. And because we're multi-cultural (and can't have all white seducers, as that's racist), there'll be a token black version where Idris "Peach" Elba walks in, throws her over the table, and has his way with her right there with his big black monster cock and fisting her right up to his Idris Elbow.

And once she's had unlimited black, she'll never go back.

or something...