Tuesday, February 08, 2011


Good morning. I'm here today to call out sick. Obviously, I'm not getting enough sympathy at home. Gene says, yes, your face looks like a hyper-inflated football. Would you like me to sign it? I say, no. Then he gives me a list of sexual remedies that will certainly cure a throbbing face and drain my sinus cavities. I say, I'm going to see my doctor. He says, you go.

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