So I was walking towards a colleague's cubical, and I run into the "office milf". I say hello, and ask that all too common question everyone asks on Monday, "How was your weekend?". She responds, "Uneventful". At this point I feel like that one kid in American Pie with Stifler's mom, but wake up in just enough time to hear her ask, "How about yours?". Internally I was thinking, should I mention that I awoke Saturday morning covered in my own puke, and that I had absolutely no recollection as to what I was doing, or how I got there? (Thanks to two very cool peeps, one of which is family...for helping me out.) I then replied, "Sleep." She smiled at me, and stated, "That's something!".
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