Who doesn't love a good office party, am I right? I noticed some of you didn't raise your hands...and for good reason. Alcohol, dancing, making fun of awkward people, and some terrible mistakes are all good reasons to dodge out on going to the office Christmas party. Then again, those reasons also happen to be why going to the office Christmas party can be so much fun. It's a "glass-half-full" way of looking at things that make me do bad things, I think...like wear shamefully offensive Holiday t-shirts to said parties.
It all started when I went out to have a few drinks with my close office pals. We had some drinks, slapped some hi-five's, and then did some shots of tequila. As soon as tequila enters the equation, I got a little wild. After skipping the first two Christmas parties, my buddies demanded that I come to that year's. According to them, it was full of a bunch of people too afraid to have a good time. It needed someone to show everyone it was okay to act like a fool...and in my drunken state, I happily agreed.
I am a man of my word, even though I had to be reminded that I had done it. I bought a hilariously inappropriate Christmas tee to help me get motivated. It was a joke about mistletoe and how I was pretty open to where the ladies wanted to kiss me. I admit that I let myself go a bit and drank a little too heavily. There may, or may not, have been an instance late into the party in which I made out with my very attractive, older boss-lady. I was in horror the next day because something like that could ruin a guy's career.
It was a whole year of people making jokes about what happened during that one, fateful party. My wild side did not exactly match up well with my normal demeanor, and people took great pleasure in making me turn beet red by mentioning my exploits. A year came and went and it was time for another Christmas party. I was going to wear a simple shirt and maybe some silly antlers, or something. Instead, my friends came over to my house and got me drunk. I ended up wear an obscene Christmas tee that they brought for me and the whole debacle from the previous year was played out all over again at that year's Christmas shindig. Hooray for my weak willpower.
I am the undisputed champ when it comes to our office's annual Christmas party. I would like to blame alcohol and some stupid Christmas shirt that's way too vulgar, but I can't. The only person I can blame its myself. I have another Christmas party coming in just a short while. I have already bought this year's raunchy Christmas shirt and I have a bottle of high-end tequila in my freezer with a bow around it. Sometimes you have to give the public what it wants, right?
It all started when I went out to have a few drinks with my close office pals. We had some drinks, slapped some hi-five's, and then did some shots of tequila. As soon as tequila enters the equation, I got a little wild. After skipping the first two Christmas parties, my buddies demanded that I come to that year's. According to them, it was full of a bunch of people too afraid to have a good time. It needed someone to show everyone it was okay to act like a fool...and in my drunken state, I happily agreed.
I am a man of my word, even though I had to be reminded that I had done it. I bought a hilariously inappropriate Christmas tee to help me get motivated. It was a joke about mistletoe and how I was pretty open to where the ladies wanted to kiss me. I admit that I let myself go a bit and drank a little too heavily. There may, or may not, have been an instance late into the party in which I made out with my very attractive, older boss-lady. I was in horror the next day because something like that could ruin a guy's career.
It was a whole year of people making jokes about what happened during that one, fateful party. My wild side did not exactly match up well with my normal demeanor, and people took great pleasure in making me turn beet red by mentioning my exploits. A year came and went and it was time for another Christmas party. I was going to wear a simple shirt and maybe some silly antlers, or something. Instead, my friends came over to my house and got me drunk. I ended up wear an obscene Christmas tee that they brought for me and the whole debacle from the previous year was played out all over again at that year's Christmas shindig. Hooray for my weak willpower.
I am the undisputed champ when it comes to our office's annual Christmas party. I would like to blame alcohol and some stupid Christmas shirt that's way too vulgar, but I can't. The only person I can blame its myself. I have another Christmas party coming in just a short while. I have already bought this year's raunchy Christmas shirt and I have a bottle of high-end tequila in my freezer with a bow around it. Sometimes you have to give the public what it wants, right?
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