Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: Notesfiles $Revision: 1.6.2.17 $; site trsvax.UUCP Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!burl!ulysses!mhuxr!ihnp4!inuxc!pur-ee!uiucdcs!trsvax!gm From: gm@trsvax.UUCP Newsgroups: net.jokes Subject: Holiday Parties Message-ID: <53100080@trsvax.UUCP> Date: Tue, 18-Dec-84 13:07:00 EST Article-I.D.: trsvax.53100080 Posted: Tue Dec 18 13:07:00 1984 Date-Received: Fri, 21-Dec-84 01:59:12 EST Lines: 98 Nf-ID: #N:trsvax:53100080:000:4008 Nf-From: trsvax!gm Dec 18 12:07:00 1984 This article appeared on the net last year after New Year. It originally appeared in the Philadelphia Inquirer, but the author in unknown. Since there are a lot of new people on the net, I de- cided to post this again. ----------------------------------------------------------------- If you throw a New Year's Party, the worst thing that you can do would be to throw the kind of party where your guests wake up to- day, and call you to say they had a nice time. Now you'll be be expected to throw another party next year. What you should do is throw the kind of party where your guest wake up several days from now and call their lawyers to find out if they've been indicted for anything. You want your guests to be so anxious to avoid a recurrence of your party that they im- mediately start planning parties of their own, a year in ad- vance, just to prevent you from having another one. Festivity level One. Your guests are chatting amiably with each other, admiring your Christmas-tree ornaments, singing carols around the upright pi- ano, sipping at their drinks and nibbling hors d'oeuvres. Festivity level Two. Your guests are talking loudly - sometimes to each other, and sometimes to nobody at all, rearranging your Christmas-tree orna- ments, singing " I Gotta Be Me" around the upright piano, gulping their drinks and wolfing down hors d'oeuvres. Festivity level Three. Your guests are arguing violently - with inanimate objects, sing- ing " I can't get no satisfaction," gulping down other peoples drinks, wolfing down Christmas tree ornaments and placing hors d'oeuvres in the upright piano to see what happens when the lit- tle hammers strike. Festivity level Four. Your guests, hors d'oeuvres smeared all over their naked bodies are performing a ritual dance around the burning Christmas tree. The piano is missing. You want to keep your party somewhere around level Three, unless you rent your home and own Firearms, in which case you can go to level Four. The best way to get to level Three is egg-nog. Eggnog is a traditional holiday drink invented by the English. Many people wonder where the word "eggnog" comes from. The first syllable comes from the English word "egg", meaning ''egg''. I don't know where the "nog" comes from. To make eggnog, you'll need rum, whiskey, wine gin and, if they are in season, eggs. Combine all ingrediants in a large, festive bowl. Then induce your guests to drink this mixture. If your party is successful, the police will knock on your door, unless your party is very successful in which case they will lob tear gas through your living room window. As host, your job is to make sure that they don't arrest anybody. Or if they're dead set on arresting someone, your job is to make sure it isn't you. The best way to do this is to show a lot of respect for their un- iforms and assure them that you aren't doing anything illegal. Here's how to handle it. Police - Good evening, are you the host? You - No. Police - We've been getting complaints about this party. You - About the drugs? Police - No. You - About the guns, then? Is somebody complaining about the guns? Police - No, the noise. You - Oh, the noise. Well that makes sense because there are no guns or drugs here. (An enormous explosion is heard in the back- ground.) Or fireworks. Whose complaining about the noise? The neighbors? Police - No, the neighbors fled inland hours ago. Most of the recent complaints have come from Pittsburgh. Do you think you could ask the host to quiet things down? You - No Problem. ( At this point, a Volkswagon bug with primi- tive religious symbols drawn on the doors emerges from the living room and roars down the hall, past the police and onto the lawn, where it smashes into a tree. Eight guests tumble out onto the grass, moaning.) See? Things are starting to wind down. -----------------------------------------------------------------