I have just returned from JB's holiday party where a 1996 era Bill Clinton joke involving a prostitute was told to 250 people to cap off a speech that began with a summary of the history of political party affiliation but branch. As I lifted my jaw off the floor and asked don't they have lawyers, the wife beside me pointed out there would be no open bar if they had lawyers.
I knew it would be a great night in the first 2 minutes when discovering the words "Highlands Ranch" appeared beneath my "name" on the name tag.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Even my alter ego* was offended
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2 comments:
Oh good god. Highlands Ranch?! Were you all named Mrs. Marc Trice? Take heart that you do not look that boring.
I hope you drank all the high end alcohol you could get your hands on. You know, role playing the closet drunks that live out there.
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