The dog ate my ... tickets.
Used in a sentence: "The dog ate my ... tickets." [I guess it stands alone pretty clearly as a sentence, doesn't it?]
So maybe it's not so much wordplay -- it's just that the more traditional "homework" has been swapped out for "tickets". Why? Because it happened to some poor guy who had tickets for today's practice round at the Masters. Sierra, his dog, chowed down on four said tickets -- and so he discovered that vets use hydrogen peroxide the way that old wives use ipecac -- and he had her drink it. Then, to show how much he loved his golf, he sifted through the ick and found a way to recreate 70% of the tickets out of the regurgitation.
Then (and I don't know why he waited until after all this), he called and found out that the ticketeers would gladly reprint his tickets (perhaps the thought of handling what he reclaimed made it easier for them to come to that decision?) ...
ALL THAT WAS LEFT WAS THE STRINGS ...:
http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2012/04/04/149996762/the-dog-ate-my-tickets-this-time-the-mother-of-all-excuses-was-real
IT's NOT JUST FOR OLD WIVES -- YOU SHOULD KEEP 1 OZ. ON HAND AT HOME:
http://pediatrics.aappublications.org/content/112/5/1182.full
AND SO IT BEGINS ... IT's MASTERS WEEK!:
http://www.masters.com/en_US/index.html
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