Huh.
Italy Judge Orders Arrest of 13 CIA Agents
ROME (AP) -- An Italian judge has ordered the arrest of 13 CIA agents for allegedly helping deport an imam to Egypt as part of U.S. anti-terrorism efforts, an Italian official familiar with the investigation said Friday.
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Prosecutors believe the agents seized Omar as part of the CIA's ''extraordinary rendition'' program, in which terror suspects are transferred to third countries without court approval, according to reports Friday in newspapers Corriere della Sera and Il Giorno.
It'll be interesting if the arrests actually happen. My guess is that those agents won't set foot in Italy again.
I've sat through a conference call in the office with no pants on.
Well,
that
I do a lot.
I might have been wearing a skirt or dress at the time, but why play with details?
That doesn't count, at all.
I guess I'm just not as freaky as you, then.
I've never taken my pants off at work. I've gone commando to work (actually, am commando right now -- MUST DO LAUNDRY) and one I had to wiggle into my car through an open window, and the wind blew my skirt up, exposing my panties and garters clad ass to anyone in the staff parking lot for a good 45 seconds while I wiggled and cussed.
But never taken my clothes off at work.
Huh.
I have talked to a lot of potential employers on the phone butt-naked, though.
I work in an open-plan office. Sadly, this requires the wearing of pants at all times.
I feel all risque if I take my shoes off while at work.
I think I would rather be topless than pantless at work right now. Hygiene, plus I have a giant coffee stain right over my sternum.
I feel all risque if I take my shoes off while at work.
I'd feel bad. My feet have the STANK. It's my dad's fault; I got the stankfoot from him.
