5 Foolproof Excuses for Calling in Sick After a Three-Day Bender
Your tongue feels like a gym sock that lost a bar fight. Your liver has hired a lawyer and is filing for emancipation. Somewhere in the last 72 hours you texted your ex, your landlord, and a Wendy’s drive-thru speaker you mistook for a priest. It is now 6:58 a.m. and you have to convince…
