Thursday, January 26, 2006

Three Cheers for Mud-Butt

Lets hear it for the most perfect excuse ever concocted by man or beast; mud-butt. I wasn't late for work becuase I was hungover and sleep through the alarm, I had a wicked case of mud-butt. You didn't take a extra long lunch to interview for a better job, your doo-doo alarm was set off by that spicy food you had for lunch. We weren't cheating on our respective spouses in a portable outhouse at our childeren's soccer game, we both coincidently got the hershey squirts at the same time and were forced to share said facility.

Hip, hip, hooray; hip, hip, hooray; hip, hip, etc.

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