I was flipping through the latest issue of GQ the other day (’cause I’m sophisticated like that), when I came across an article about how not to act at a company Christmas party. I’m not used to attending such functions (the Inkwaste company party consisted of me watching season 7 of Star Trek: Voyager by myself), so I figured it would be worth a read, at the very least, to see what I’d been missing. I realized quickly two things: 1. The subheadline of the article used a word that had caused heated debate and ridicule at my birthday dinner, and 2. My legs were falling asleep from sitting on the toilet too long while reading a magazine.
Huh, I guess it is a real word. Nick, you should take back all that giggling you did at La Parilla.
