17 Reasons to Allow Drinking at Work


It's an incentive to show up.

It reduces stress.

It leads to more honest communication.

It reduces complaints about low pay.

It cuts down on time off because you can work with a hangover.

Employees tell management what they think, not what management wants to hear.

It helps save on heating costs in the winter.

It encourages carpooling.

It increases job satisfaction because if you have a bad job, you don't realize it.

It eliminates vacations because people would rather come to work.

It makes fellow employees look better.

It makes conversations easier.

It promotes honesty.

It makes the cafeteria food taste better.

Bosses are more likely to hand out raises when they are wasted.

Salary negotiations are a lot more profitable.

Suddenly, pssing wind during a meeting isn't so embarrassing.

Here, kids of 5 go to Reception class (in my day, they called it the Babies' Class). The toddlers go to Pre-school. That used to be called "creche."

Final Confession

Brittany was on her deathbed, with her husband Adam at her side.
She kept trying to tell him something, but he kept saying, "Shhhh, don't worry now darling, just rest."

"But honey," she whispered, "I need to make a confession before I die... I slept with your brother, your best friend, and your father."

"Don't worry about it, sweetie," replied Adam as he wiped the tears from Brittany's cheek, "I know. Why do you think I poisoned you?"

haldav, do you and Baron Samedi get the same joke-a-day emails? You both keep posting exactly the same jokes.

One hot and humid summer day, the old courthouse was not air conditioned, and the jury was having trouble staying focused. One juror succumbed to the heat, falling asleep while the victim was being questioned by the prosecutor. "The defendant is accused of making obscene phone calls to your home. Would you please tell the jury precisely what the defendant said when he called you?" "I can't," replied the victim. "It was so crude and disgusting. I don't use language like that." "Then I order you to write it down." The victim did so, writing out every word of what the obscene caller said. The judge read the note and passed it to the prosecutor, the defense attorney, and finally to the jury. The sleeping juror was the last to receive the note when the attractive young juror seated next to him poked him awake and handed it to him. He read it, gazed at her, and then read it again. He smiled broadly, winked, and put the note in his pocket. The judge demanded, "Juror 12, pass that note to the bailiff." "But your honor," he protested, "it's a private matter!"