On the way to work i stopped off to pick up a small oj. At 9:45pm i make the desparate dash to the toilet gagging all the way. 10:00pm same thing again.
at 10:15pm i come back with a cup full of milk, put some of the oj in mix it up till its at a healthy thick consistancy. with a fake vomit sound i tip the chunky mixture into my bin and hide the glass behind the desk.
My boss comes over looks in the bin and tells me that i should go home he can clearly see i am sick and that he insists i go. I manage to make it to my poker game with plenty of time to spare
