Company Christmas Party
I drank a beer with the boss and his wife tried to set me up with her son. I called the most bear-like manager "St. Pauli Girl" because he was running around holding two pitchers of beer. Hung with the teamsters. Made friends with the wives and girlfriends. I smell like a bar.
Now I'm going to Murray. Call my cell if you're going to be in town.
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