
It's 10 years since we last asked for your office party woes. Help us celebrate by telling us of your most embarrassing office party moments.
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who have to work with cunts, and therefore would never consider socializing with them. The marine scientists I work with are fucking ace, and last nights Christmas party was once again awesome (getting up at 8 this morning to build a fence was not).
In my previous life, however, when I worked in medical research, one Christmas party stands out. I had my drink spiked by persons unknown (possibly one of the doctors who was gay). Luckily, having been exposed to MASSIVE DRUGS for many years, I realized something was wrong, ran away, broke down my front door and passed out on the bathroom floor, thus avoiding being arse-raped.
My girlfriend was not so sympathetic in the morning, insisting I go to B&Q and buy a new lock, and then fit it, which was achieved with the addition of a significant amount of vomit.
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