Why Helen doesn't get invites to corporate luncheons anymore
YOUR CRAPPUCINO HAS AWAKENED MY BUNGHOLE!"
For the record, it only happened once. People are so fucking stiff, I swear. And it was really good cappucino. What can I say?
In retrospect, I'd have been better with "Where I come from, we have no bungholes!" That way, I might have been protected under the Americans with Disabilities Act. Not having a bunghole could certainly be classified as a disability, of sorts.
Oh well. There's always the Christmas Party.