the after-booze bog

courtesy of greg

Dave is ok. He says he needs a booze putty though. The type with the pockets of air in between the rapid fire sliders. Starts off with fffffffttttt, and then bloomp, bloomp bloomp, bloooooomp. Prrrrrttttt. Your stomach sounds like a cat fight. I miss those. The relief is worth it all, even if it means you are passed by for promotion cause you lose all the respect of your colleagues after leaving your stall.