Company Xmas Parties

So far we have kept it all sports for the most part so excuse me for getting off track.

Tonight's topic is Company Xmas Parties. Mainly how mine was cool but how I work with a bunch of pussies.

For clarity's sake, let's paint a picture. A Shitty Fanuel Hall bar, You, me and 500 others from J.T. Marlin's Boston offices. (seriously, 1st person wins a prize...JT Marlin, where is it from?)

The night starts well. Real well. Everybody is getting fucked up and why not right? As time wears on, we have some guys bailing. No big deal, we have the crucial pieces still in place.

Then 10:00 strikes and all hell breaks loose. All of a sudden it's back to the old high school pit parties and people got curfew's and shit. Fucking crazy. 30 year olds with places to be. And don't even get me started on the two 30 (40) year old's who couldn't even bless us with the courtesy to show up due to prior engagements - delivering presents to the needy (queer) and shoveling the driveway after 2.67 inches of snow (also queer).

Seriously, we are talking 2.67 inches on the drifts or two free drink tickets. Hmmmmm let me think about that. You spend 364 days of getting hard ons looking at that cute broad from tax and here is your chance to cop a cheap feel on your way to the bathroom yet you'd rather go shovel a few inches of snow? Good on you.

Thank god to the young blood in the family. Thank god to the recent college grads who still remember how to live for two seconds. Once a year. This is all we get.

I will tell you this much....we have 364 days until the next one and if I am the last one standing again then fuck you all. You will have let me down and I will forever be disappointed. Again. You Homos.