Why I was late"On the way to the station, I got hit by a bat, it almost took my head clean off. Then the machine would not accept my ticket and the guy at the gate didn't think I looked like the photo on my travel card. So I had to go home and get my passport.
Then the train was 45 minutes late to the station because of the dangerous badger threat at Carpenters Park.
When I was on the train it took and hour and a half to get past the biscuit factory because the driver was really fat.
Then there was a delay stopping at the station because the train in front had heard we were coming and decided to play a practical joke with a rubber shoe on the track.
That is why I couldn't get here on time today."
What's your best excuse?
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chthonic, Thu 28 Jun 2007, 10:36)
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First year at UniWednesdays were hell: an incredibly difficult maths practical at 9am, with Tuesdays being a prime going out night. I never missed said practicas or was late, even after getting back to college at 4am after drinking 30+ units of alcohol. I'd roll up at 9, stinking of cigarettes, beer, vodka, urine (maybe mine), and with bits off hedge in my hair and get on with the work.
Tuesdays were similar with Mondays also being for drinking, except starting at 11. Always on time. Except for the couple of times I didn't go out on the Monday, went to bed early etc, when I was generally about 40 minutes late.
The moral? Get cunted, jump in hedges, get up ten minutes before you're meant to arrive, and everything will be okay.
(, Fri 29 Jun 2007, 0:32, Reply)
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