A few weeks ago, I went to a happy hour with a bunch of old office friends (some still work at the office, others have moved on).
When I arrived, it was a table full of men and one woman. A New Girl at the office. I don't know what her name is or what she does at the office (irritated at having another set of boobs at the table--even a pair as old as mine--she didn't bother to introduce herself to me).
Which was fine. I was content to sit back and watch.
New Girls are like blood in the water for the sharks in the office. She had full command of the attention at the table.
And she was hammered.
And she was trying really, really hard.
She let someone draw dicks all over the backs of her hands and she attempted to draw vaginas on the backs of some of theirs.
She brought out all the dirty words and sexual innuendo she could muster.
And then she said something that kind of negated it all.
"I have more of a goatee than most guys."
I looked at Beau and said "There's no way I heard that correctly."
He nodded and said "Yes you did."
Whuck?
Pretty soon after that, she declared that her fiancee (a fella she'd failed to mention once during the preceding two hours) would be picking her up soon, and she left.
Show over.
But boy was it a good show.
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