The Office Party

We call this very important top-level policy meeting in order to plan a very significant annual operation our annual Christmas office party Now if anyone has any suggestions, we'll try them out right here And now we'll sort of throw them in the quicksand and see if it sinks Or buttony-dee as well now first of all the celluloid name tag

We all wear the party to get to know each other better There's no more of those smart allicky names printed on them like last year King Farooque Benedict Arnold Boob McNuff, I mean, that's kind too far.

Oh, listen, who was that the wild female? The child's on top of my desk. A shameful thing turned us into a licentious, a ghetto iniquity, I who was she anyway. My wife? He won't be with us this year.

She's in Siam, visiting her twin sister, Wendell. Oh, and I had another reaper cushion from our last shindig. This involved young Hubble who works in the heating and screaming room He got a little gay with one of our Comptometer operators. He pinched her behind the filing cabinet.

And she was so black and blue she looked like a road map. Poor little thing stayed that way until our fourth of July picnic. I couldn't help but notice it during the wheelbarrow race. Easy place. You know, you're spreading a little thing.

Oh, another thing, man. This year we're gonna have to kind of go easy on fortifying the old punch ball. You know, last year, One of you had a little too much fortification and button-hold me in the batching bin.

He called me a bumbling and official idiot and said I was costing the company millions! Well, we won't be annoyed by him this year. He wouldn't make Chairman of the Board. He sends greetings from me.