Glass Houses

Normally, I let things slide unless of course I have photographic evidence to the contrary. It appears that Mister P had some thoughts about my appearance in my previous post.

Alright, so perhaps nature played a part in my gooberness. Probably...maybe. HOWEVER, being a glass house dweller, Mister P seems to have forgotten that I had my camera at our company holiday party the other night: Ho Ho Hangover. Here's Mike and his de facto puke buddy, Brad: