Avant garde, no?

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)

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