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?
( , Thu 28 Jun 2007, 10:36)
"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?
( , Thu 28 Jun 2007, 10:36)
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Why aren't you answering your door?
Is the call I got form the other half on Sunday morning about 11.
Cue me (being VERY mellow and 'happy') slurring back, 'cos I'm still in the Tudor* - we've had an all-nighter...
Bless her though, she came and picked me up, dropped me off at home (no good stuff though), then picked me up for dinner later...
Length? all night...
*spent the night drinking Czech firewater and Carlsberg while under the influence of misc substances
( , Thu 5 Jul 2007, 9:27, Reply)
Is the call I got form the other half on Sunday morning about 11.
Cue me (being VERY mellow and 'happy') slurring back, 'cos I'm still in the Tudor* - we've had an all-nighter...
Bless her though, she came and picked me up, dropped me off at home (no good stuff though), then picked me up for dinner later...
Length? all night...
*spent the night drinking Czech firewater and Carlsberg while under the influence of misc substances
( , Thu 5 Jul 2007, 9:27, Reply)
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