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According to all media portals and twitter, Today is 'Mad Friday'. The day when Christmas Parties reach their Numerical peak ..Looking at the pictures on TV and comments on twitter, it seems nothing more than an opportunity for twenty something graduates with a degree in Umayyad Dynasty Islamic Textile Studies and who currently work in the city filing bought ledger invoices (suppliers 'A' to 'E') for a venture capital conglomerate , get to showcase their Party Animal Credo at the office xmas party . i.e tossing off the ACCA qualified chief accountant's 3 inch Chode over the yule log once his finished singing 'Layla ' by the Derek and the cnting Dominoes on the cnting Karaoke .
this being the case, for 'GramLine Friday' ive Cuckolded an 'Enry of Guatemalan Granola,Smashed the Granny out of 8 pints of Eggnog & had it on the Cobbles with a fukin' Elf.
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"...The monkey is never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies. When you kick him off, he just hides in a corner, waiting his turn."
I think il rename it X hamster Friday Mrs P is out on her company night out (Brazilian night) very festive indeed leaving yours truly to his own devices for a few hours pass the goose fat DD
And Bowles is onside, Swinburne has come rushing out of his goal , what can Bowles do here , onto the left foot no, on to the right foot
That’s there that’s two, and that’s Bowles
Brian Moore
Ours was last night. Took myself home at about 10:30 as it started as 6 and there were unlimited Old Fashioneds - felt I was on track for making a fool of myself.
Given I also came second in our company's gaffe of the year competition for walking into a glass door at full pelt
Working for myself, the office Christmas party is awful. The Secret Santa is a complete waste of time as I already know what I got myself and I have to say I'm pretty disappointed. And as for getting off with myself behind my back in the store cupboard? Well, let's just say that I'm going to be the subject of a lot of rumours and innuendo when I stand round chatting to myself at the water cooler.
'What do we want? We don't know! When do we want it? Now!'
There was no styling this out - it was our main meeting room, and I steamed in at full pelt, head first and bounced off it straight into a full table of my colleagues. Left a head imprint on it
In my previous incarnation as a teacher, we used to have the Herbert Bastaple Awards at the end of term, for gaffes, mistakes and sheer ineptitude in teaching. My favourite was the young science teacher, trying to explain sound waves using a microphone and oscilloscope with a, ahem, 'challenging' bottom set Year 9 group. She does the demo and then allows the kids to have a go. So, the Alpha Doofus grabs the mic, gets up and belches right into the face of the girl next to him.
Who promptly throws up across the desk.
Into another girl's lap.
Who then vomits across the desk.
Into another student's lap.
The ensuing chaos has gone down into legend. Upon leaving, the Alpha Doofus says: 'That was the best lesson ever, Miss'.
She not only won the Bastaple, it was her third straight win! She got to keep the trophy. Well deserved. She is now leading a Science Department in a London comp.
'What do we want? We don't know! When do we want it? Now!'
The missus is out on her school's Xmas do tonight leaving me in charge of my youngest lad. So I'm celebrating Obscene-amounts-of-ribs-bourbon-and-Netflix Friday.
The highlight will surely be on the Monday morning when you open that suspicious looking envelope only to find the photocopy of your own arse that you sent to yourself.
must be the equivalent of our "black eye friday"traditionally last friday before christmas.
takes me back to my first year at work drinking black bush whiskey straight from the bottle at 10a.m. frolics included dancing around a member of the opposite religion singing a perceived sectarian song,no offence taken which was nice. rolling around in a pool of waste oil on the workshop floor and talking to a locker about Stan Bowles. taken home mid afternoon in the back of a mazda pick up and didn't get out of bed until boxing day. never had a session on christmas eve since. 42 fecking years ago
Went on the only one I really wanted to go on yesterday
Gee Zus Christ
Got in a right state and have had to blow todays official Office Party out. I am reliably informed that I drunk 2 bottles of Curious Brew 3/4's of a bottle of a cheeky red called Valpolicella Ripasso 24 shots of Gin with accompanying tonic and ate 12 slices of cucumber
Fell asleep on central line
My trousers have gone to the dry cleaners and my favourite shoes are in the bin.
What a knut. I'm too old for this shit
Cherish and enjoy life.... this ain't no dress rehearsal