Well, Harry, you got what you wanted, a picture together with Alison. If only she wasn’t so blatantly ignoring you by staring intently at a wine cork.
Jeez, Pedro, maybe if your version of Peter Pan wasn’t wearing Keds, you might have had a chance against Dave’s showboating victory in this year’s contest.
It’s a fucking conga line, Joe, not So You Think You Can Dance. And for the record? You look like you’re trying to keep a log in your drawers.
It was really great of Mike to have the BBQ at his place. Nothing like seeing what your boss can afford to live in just by showing up two days a week and spending most of that time in the bathroom playing Angry Birds.
Who knew the IT guy had such hips!
Party on! (Sorry for disappearing for so long. What started as an impromptu beer run turned into something of an exodus.)
Eddie figured if he just waited long enough by those cookies, someone would happen by.


