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So, yesterday Mr. F was telling his sister about his birthday celebrations at work.  They had a nice lunch, chocolate cake, and champagne.  Mr. F was handed the bottle so that he might kick off the festivities.

"I took the bottle and just stared at it," he said.  "I had no idea what to do with it.  It had this weird twisty thing on the neck.  It's not like opening a Coke!  So I handed it back to my boss and told him he could have the honors."

And that's when I fell on the floor in a fit of hysterical laughter for a good ten minutes.