Last night we had a party for a co-worker at a bar in the 'burbs (note to self: avoid 'burb bars) and as this particular guy (Craig) is the one who always has an insult or jibe or joke for you, it was a bit of payback time. I doubt anybody actually dislikes the guy (he is funny) but he can push your buttons, no matter who you are. His buddy, Steve, helped organize the event along with a few other workers and some family members who shall remain nameless. He had no clue about the party, either, so he was quite surprised when he walked in, looked around and saw about 50 of us with his own face! We all had big color printouts trimmed and taped to popsicle sticks. It was hilarious -- he didn't know what to do and he had a very wigged-out look play across his face, like he was going to make a run for it or throw up or something! Once the FantasyGram singing stripper arrived, well, then it got good. She was filled in on all his usual antics and tricks and she gave him a good embarrassment in front of everyone. Ha! She didn't fully strip, just to her bra and panties (this was a 'burb bar, after all), but Craig looked like he just wanted to crawl under a table until she went away. I'm sure he'll be bragging all about it on Monday...