Excuse Jokes

Excuse Jokes



If it is all the same to you I won't be coming in to work.  The voices 
told me to clean all the guns today.


When I got up this morning I took two Ex-Lax in addition to my Prozac.  
I can't get off the john, but I feel good about it.


  I set half the clocks in my house ahead an hour and the other half 
back an hour Saturday and spent 18 hours in some kind of space-time 
continuum loop, reliving Sunday (right up until the explosion). I was 
able to exit the loop only by reversing the polarity of the power 
source exactly e*log(pi) clocks in the house while simultaneously 
rapping my dog on the snout with a rolled up Times.  Accordingly, 
I will be in late, or early.


My stigmata's acting up.


  I can't come in to work today because I'll be stalking my previous 
boss, who fired me for not showing up for work.  OK?


  I have a rare case of 48-hour projectile leprosy, but I know we have 
that deadline to meet...


I am stuck in the blood pressure machine down at the Food Giant.


  Yes, I seem to have contracted some attention-deficit disorder 
and, hey, how about them Skins, huh?  So, I won't be able to, yes, 
could I help you?  No, no, I'll be sticking with Sprint, but thank 
you for calling.


Constipation has made me a walking time bomb.


  I just found out that I was switched at birth. Legally, I 
shouldn't come to work knowing my employee records may now 
contain false information.


  The psychiatrist said it was an excellent session.  He even gave 
me this jaw restraint so I won't bite things when I am startled.


The dog ate my car keys. We're going to hitchhike to the vet.


I prefer to remain an enigma.


  My step other has come back as one of the Undead and we must track 
her to her coffin to drive a stake through her heart and give her 
eternal peace. One day should do it.


  I can't come to work today because the EPA has determined that my 
house is completely surrounded by wetlands and I have to arrange for 
helicopter transportation.


I am converting my calendar from Julian to Gregorian.


I am extremely sensitive to a rise in the interest rates.


  I refuse to travel to my job in the District until there is a commuter 
tax. I insist on paying my fair share.


I've used up all my sick days...so I'm calling in dead!




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