beach hooky with meredith (thanks me) - You know, we have a lot of fun here on Something Awful. We may joke about sensitive issues here and there but at the end of the day we are good honest people. What we don't like are bad, dishonest people. Today's update was about calling into work sick when you are not really sick. I have never done that and I didn't do it today. I really am in fact sick. But out there on the Internet there are real people doing the unthinkable.
They are calling in sick. Let me tell you something.
They aren't sick.
I found this scandalous tale on i_keep_a_diary.com, a sort of blog for this New York jerkoff I guess. Let me just say he's the type of guy who goes out every weekend and has a social life, two things we don't take too kindly to here. He also hangs out with girls. Not nice girls either. These girls call in sick to work when they are not sick.
You can read all about it here, espeically if you're her boss. I wouldn't be surprised if the next diary entry was, "LOOK WHO I GOT FIRED FROM HER JOB WAH WAH!"
On Wednesday morning I managed to convince Meredith (not that it took all that much convincing, mind you) to play hooky from work and head to Jone's Beach with me.
At 8am we headed to Penn Station so we could catch the Long Island Railroad out to Jones Beach. Meredith ducked out of the hustle and bustle of the terminal and into a bookstore so that she could...
...call in sick to work!
Yup, she's doing what you think she's doing. What loose morals women have today. And really, was the beach really that much fun, especially when you know you were supposed to be doing something else?
Wait a second, this awful link might not be so awful after all. Maybe I should consider going to this "beach".
Hey faggot, get out of the shot!
Wow, if this is what blogs are like then maybe I'm backwards on the whole idea. What the hell was I talking about again?
Damn, why do these chicks always hang out with douchbag looking fucks? This shit kinda makes me wish I didn't spend so much time on the Internet growing up. Sigh.
Unfortunately my life is more like this guy's.
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