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Your 'Have A Nice Day' Laugh is:
For all of you trying to figure out how to tell your boss
you won't be coming in today:
From the Sunday, April 14, 1994 edition of the
Washington Post -- a contest was held in which
readers were asked to come up with excuses to
miss a day of work.
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If it is all the same to you I won't be coming in to
work. The voices told me to clean all the guns
today.
When I got up this morning I took two Ex-Lax in
addition to my Prozac. I can't get off the john,
but I feel good about it.
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 have a rare case of 48-hour projectile leprosy,
but I know we have that deadline to meet...
I am stuck in the blood pressure machine down
at the Food Giant.
Yes, I seem to have contracted some
attention-deficit disorder and, hey, how about
them Skins, huh? So, I won't be able to, yes,
could I help you? No, no, I'll be sticking with
Sprint, but thank you for calling.
Constipation has made me a walking time bomb.
I just found out that I was switched at birth.
Legally, I shouldn't come to work knowing my
employee records may now contain false
information.
The psychiatrist said it was an excellent
session. He even gave me this jaw restraint so I
won't bite things when I am startled.
The dog ate my car keys. We're going to
hitchhike to the vet.
I prefer to remain an enigma.
My mother-in-law has come back as one of the
Undead and we must track her to her coffin to
drive a stake through her heart and give her
eternal peace. One day should do it.
I can't come to work today because the EPA
has determined that my house is completely
surrounded by wetlands and I have to arrange
for helicopter transportation.
I am converting my calendar from Julian to
Gregorian.
I am extremely sensitive to a rise in the interest
rates.
I refuse to travel to my job in the District until
there is a commuter tax. I insist on paying my
fair share.
HAND! Have A Nice Day!
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Dan Cosley (cause@coil.com)
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