At lunch yesterday, a few of us went to a local eatery to spend time and catch up.
During our conversation we were talking about a recent work funded night out at a local nightclub
*cough* Hakkasan nightclub at MGM Grand *cough*
Anyway, one of our party was telling us how much she had drunk that night, concluding her tale with my favourite sentence of 2016 so far:
“I was forced to double fist.”
She meant this…
But the action of half choking on my drink, gasping for air and laughing like a busted lawnmower, indicated to her that maybe…just maybe…I thought she meant something else.
I had to share this, it was two good to pass up.
Stuff like this doesn’t just make my day, it makes my hole weak.
 not typos.
Today is Christmas Day and I am at work.
To be honest, I don’t really mind; the commute to the office was easier, my colleagues are in a festive mood and the customers have reached new depths of unmeasured dumbfuckery.
It all keeps me smiling.
One of the guys (and a good friend) is playing Christmas music loudly through his computer.
How very festive.
I’m torn between my love for him, my disdain for Christmas music and the utterly overwhelming desire to shove his PC up his arse.