After the annual office party blowout, John woke up with a
pounding headache, cotton-mouthed, and utterly unable to
recall the events of the preceding evening. After a trip to
the bathroom he was able to make his way downstairs, where
his wife put some coffee in front of him. "Louise," he moaned,
"Tell me what went on last night. Was it as bad as I think?"
"Even worse," she assured him, voice dripping with scorn.
"You made a complete ass of yourself, succeeded in
antagonizing the entire senior management, and insulted the
Regional Director General to his face."
"He's an prick. I should have pissed on him."
"You did," Louise informed him. "And he fired you."
"Well, screw him!" yelled John.
"I did. You're back at work on Monday."
     
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