(if you’re not in work yet you don’t need to come in)
For the rest of the week, every night you’re going to have- and I don’t use this term lightly - powerfully erotic dreams about Piers Morgan. The kind of sex dreams that really stick with you. The kind that make you look at someone in a whole new light. You might end up genuinely fancying him.
- Ooh yes Piers, I’m your pathetic little millennial snowflake. Offend me, Daddy!
- What the actual fuck is wrong with you