By Wyatt Earp | December 19, 2008
Wow, that’s hardcore.
Of course now I really feel like a puss-aah when I call out with “the sniffles.” This will necessitate escalation, so my next sick excuse will be, “I stepped on a landmine in my front yard.”
This geezer is ruining sick days for the rest of us!
RIVIERA BEACH, Fla. – A man who was hit by a stray bullet in the back of the head is back at work — with the slug still stuck in his skull. E.T. Strickland, 74, a commercial real estate seller, said the bullet hurts, but not enough to keep him from his job.
The bullet hurts? YA THINK?!!
Strickland was told by his doctors not to have the bullet removed unless it was pressing on any arteries or causing health problems. He does plan to see a neurosurgeon though because he wants it taken out if possible.
Police said Strickland was hit by a bullet Tuesday night from an attempted robbery outside a Walgreens store. A second person was also shot, several times, as he was leaving the store. Police said that person was listed in stable condition Wednesday. ()
Let’s try some role play, shall we? I’ll go first. If I were in Strickland’s shoes, the first three things I would do are . . .
1. Call out sick from work. For the next 365 days.
2. Buy and always wear a Kevlar helmet.
3. Brag to the babes how tough I am in the hopes of landing a hot 20-year old.
Okay, who’s next?
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