A little right-wing lie
When my boss asked me why I wasn't coming in to the office today, I told him I haven't been feeling so well since Dick Cheney shot me in the face.
He was not amused.
I stuck with my story, though, because it was easier than explaining that I caught pneumonia while completing a gay bar crawl in a blizzard.
(Don't worry. It's not really pneumonia. At least I don't think so.)
He was not amused.
I stuck with my story, though, because it was easier than explaining that I caught pneumonia while completing a gay bar crawl in a blizzard.
(Don't worry. It's not really pneumonia. At least I don't think so.)
posted by Helen the Felon at 2:56 PM
7 Comments:
Only in Texas could a 78-year old man be mistaken for a 6" wingless bird. Help me.
And I still hope you feel better. Or is this just an elaborate excuse to rest before hitting Christopher Street again?
Jeeez! Get well soon.
He shot you TOO? That's what I told my boss on Friday. She said it sounded more like I had a bad cold. I told her it was the effect of the shotgun pellets that peppered my sinuses. She didn't believe me. I dotted some mascara on the right side of my face before going to work. She still didn't believe me. What's a person gotta do to get a day off, for frick's sake!
Yer story was HAFF true: Th VP dint have nuthin t do wit it, but I suspeckt ya DID take some shots t th face on that bar crawl.
Ha! Very funny. I'm glad I don't work with you because I would have laughed so hard at this comment I would have surely been fired.
Dick hit me right across the gullet once with some man shot.
YOU'RE A TROOPER! xoxoox
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