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.

Hes an idiot, Bob said. Piss on him!  You did, came the

reply. And he fired you.

Well, screw him! said Bob. I did. Youre back at work on

Monday.