How about those christmas parties?
What I see is that it's place to humiliate ones self
A place where people drink with work mates, not friends.
Where tensions arise and scuffles begin
A place where the bosses wife slow dances with some party crasher
A place where the same lady flashes her tit's
A place where the new guy's girlfriend gets supper drunk and talks to someones pregnant tummy
following the bump around like she's ready to lick crotch.
A place where shovels fly, nearly laming the drunkest guy's wife
A place where excess of free booze and food out weighs common sense.
A place where one says things they wish they hadn't
A promise they can't keep
And return home to pass out falling on the toilet's edge bruising the cheekbone.
So have fun if your going
I'm self employed so I'll stay home.
About Me
- Dale Hunt
- He's become comfortable in that ol' civil war jacket. What would compliment that mess of hair? A sage cigarette, a bottle in his hand and a book in his pocket. A hobo at heart a drunk by night and a rambling pain. Tired and old before his time. Studying the greats Bukowski, Tom Waits William S. Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson, Kerouac and John Steinbeck. Drinking Brandy and Cockspur rum from the bottle. Hiding down South for the winter months running from the cold and consequence.
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