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some excuses for missing work
I set half the clocks in my house ahead an hour and the other
half back an hour Saturday and spent 18 hours in some kind of space-time continuum loop, reliving Sunday (right up until the explosion). I was able to exit the loop only by reversing the polarity of the power source exactly e*log(pi) clocks in the house while simultaneously rapping my dog on the snout with a rolled up Times. Accordingly, I will be in late, or early. My stigmata's acting up. I can't come in to work today because I'll be stalking my previous boss, who fired me for not showing up for work. OK? I am stuck in the blood pressure machine down at the Food Giant. The dog ate my car keys. We're going to hitchhike to the vet. I am converting my calendar from Julian to Gregorian. I've used up all my sick days...so I'm calling in dead! (hatte ürbigens viel Schbahs bei der Lektüre der vorangegangenen posts, thx! ![]()
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