The night after the boss's Christmas Party, I invited a couple of my friends over to ask them what happenned to them last night. They all seemed sure that their experiences were just terrible. So I went up to my friend Bob, and asked him what happenned.
He said, "Last night, I got so drunk that I couldn't even walk straight. When I got home I was so drunk that I blew chunks."
"That is nothing," my friend Todd said. "Last night I was really drunk, and while I was driving home, I got pulled over for D.U.I. Now I am going to have my license suspended."
"That is nothing at all," said my friend Larry. "Last night I was so drunk when I walked in my house that I ended up in the wrong bed. I thought I was sleeping with my wife, but I was actually sleeping with the Nanny. My wife caught me in bed and kicked me out of the house."
Everyone was shocked at that, except for Bob.
He said, "Guys, I don't think you understand. Chunks is my dog!"