Friday, September 16, 2005

* HiC *

The boss just opened a few bottles of champagne to celebrate our busiest week of the year so far.
I couldn’t very well turn him down, since he was standing there pouring & handing out cups of Yellow Death right next to my desk.

Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against champagne, I think that a good champagne is a damn fine drink.
The only problem is, it makes my brain malfunction faster than any other alcoholic beverage I’ve had the honour of imbibing. It seems to bypass my stomach and go straight into my bloodstream, where it unerringly zones in on the bits of brain that control my ability to keep my mouth shut.

I’m sitting here sweating with the effort of keeping shtoom until I leave. Trust me, I can conjure up some really stupid things to say at times like these.
Unfortunately, to anyone who doesn’t know what I’m going through I expect I look like a drunk who’s desperate not to fart in case he shits himself.

It’s a price I’m willing to pay though.


Unless he pours me a second cup.
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