Your money's on the dresser, baby. I'm done with you

Apparently a lot of guys from Hanover (the place I work-- pay attention) are going on a weeklong trip to Las Vegas. Well, the main boss guy was leaving and right before he walked out the door (which is fairly close to my desk) he starts singing at the top of his lungs "VIVA LAS VEGAS! VIVA LAS VEGAS!!" Fran heard him leaving and she said "I can't believe you're going there by yourself (meaning without a girl) You won't have anyone to take care of you." He said "Oh yes I will." Fran said "so, you're bringing a girl with you? What, you got a hot date, Rick?" To which Rick replied, "not yet, but I'll buy her when I get there."

Blegh.