Yeah, I remember. Between you and me the memory still kind of makes me smile sometimes.
Clearly you overestimate the fine men and women I work with. Years from now I'll bring the woman who would have been my wife to our Christmas party and fucking Al will be all "Hey, remember the time Orcot showed up at work with his wrists all bloody from handcuffs? He ever get up to that kinky shit with you?" and then I'll never see her again.