Monday, August 16, 2010

No Time For Love

I made arrangements for this evening to eat wings and get drunk with Jaybro and Canadian Tuxedo. Imagine my surprise when the annual Staff Dinner was rescheduled...for tonight.
Imagine my surprise when, although usually a fancy affair involving classy duds and five star dining, the Dinner will be held at a board member's house. The board members will be cooking for us instead of a professional chef.
No seven course meal.
No twenty-five year old scotch.
No thousand dollar, scale-tipping bill.
You cheap bastards. You dirty little rat dicks. How dare you spit in my face and then compound a night of gluttony with more gluttony. I'm not a large man! I can't handle this much pressure!

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