Having over-slept, I arrive at work, quite possibly slightly late.
Me: Hey my co-workers, sorry I'm quite possibly slightly late.
Co-worker A: Have you seen yesterday's Crikey, you terrorist fiend?
Me: Yeah yeah, whatever.
CB: Aww, are you upset?
Me: Well, I don't really appreciate being called a terrorist.
CA: Well, you're obviously not losing any sleep over it.
ARGH! ZINGED! RIGHT THROUGH THE HEART!
Thanks for nothing, Laurel and fucking Hardy.
(p.s. apologies not for updating my blog in like a month, I was totally snowed under with blowing shit up)