Bob woke up after the annual office Christmas party with a
pounding headache, cotton-mouthed and utterly unable to recall
the events of� the preceding evening.� After a trip to the
bathroom, he made his way downstairs, where� his wife put some
coffee in front of him.

“Louise,” he moaned, “tell me what happened last night. Was it
as bad as I think?”

“Even worse,” she said, her voice oozing scorn. “You made a
complete ass of� yourself. You succeeded in antagonizing the
entire board of directors and� you� insulted the president of
the company, right to his face.”

“He’s an idiot,” Bob said. “Piss on him!”� “You did,” came the
reply. “And he fired you.”

“Well, screw him!” said Bob. “I did. You’re back at work on
Monday.”