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About last night

After the annual office Christmas party blow-out, John woke up with a pounding headache, cotton-mouthed, and utterly unable to recall the events of the preceding evening.After a trip to the bathroom he was able to make his way downstairs, where his wife put some coffee in front of him. „Louise,“ he moaned, „Tell me what went on last night. Was it as bad as I think?““Even worse,“ she assured him in her most scornful tone. „You made a complete ass of yourself. You succeeded in antagonizing the entire board of directors, and insulted the chairman of the company to his face.“ „He’s an arrogant, self-important prick, piss on him!“ „You did. All over his suit,“ Louise informed him. „And he fired you.“ „Well, screw him,“ said John. „I did, said Louise, „You’re back at work on Monday.“

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