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Reason for being late (Other) by Normo

Late again What shall I say? The bus was late My car broke down I broke my leg They'll only frown. Tell the truth? Suppose I could What will they think About me then Do I need help No think again Got a plan Damn right I do Its pure genius But may sound thick All I do is Phone in sick

Nicholas Jones 9-Oct-02/5:15 AM
Amusing. Why not send some flour through the post so it looks like anthrax, and work gets evacuated? Note to CIA man reading this: That's a joke.




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