I equate boozy work lunches to something like a back-handed compliment to your minions. You award them a job well done by plying them with alcohol and then sit back and enjoy watching them nurse their noontime hangovers while struggling to do all the stuff that needed to be done for the day because you spent the last 3 hours beer funneling them. God it must feel nice to be masters of the universe.
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