it’s 1:20 AM and I am so fucking wasted and I have this presentation thing to do at work tomorrow. I want to call in like right now, but I’m sure that I’ll just sound drunk, and I know that I won’t wake up with my stupid fucking alarm, so wtf am I going to do?
Perhaps if someone were to call in for me, and me all like, hey man, tiki isn’t going to make it in today, he has a bad disease.
Perhaps that would work? what would you guys suggest?
PS:
it took me likd 20 minutes to make this post with know typos. I’m happy to say that I type like I’m sober when I’m drunk! (with the help of firefox spell check!)
“it took me likd 20 minutes to make this post with know typos” Did that include the post script?
I wonder if he knows if it should be no instead of know. lol
I Know
you no?
Drink more alcohol, It’ll cancel itself out and you’ll be sober in no time.
FUCK I WANT TO DRUNK POST
jack Daniels is my best friend too!!!!
Dude, yer screwed. Just get it over with, it`s a short work week.
What state are you in again?
Why are you drinking on a weeknight?
give me the number i’ll call for you 😀
Say you’ve had a stroke and that’s why you can’t speak right. Tell them you took an aspirin and had a face lift when you go back to work.
Problem solved.
Eat some peanuts. It will cover the stench of alcohol on your breath better than any mint. Nibble on a PayDay bar until you start to sober up.
Too late now? Send a TEXT and say your throat is swollen and you may have strep; can’t talk.
Come in the next day and make up a wierd food allergy that won’t come back to byte you later.
Actually, this could fucking work.
This fucking idea right here has some fucking merit, yeah?
Hmm, but you have to pick a rightfully obscure food item. Something you would only eat if you went to a foodie or a health nut’s house.
Yeah, that’s a pretty good one. I may have to use it in the future. I have a standing sick note though, so…uh, I guess I don’t really need an excuse. Hell, I’ll use it anyway.
When is Tiki NOT drunk?
Seriously?
It’s so cool being a drunk-ass. You’re like some teenager drunk-texting after their first beer.
I wish I was you.