I just got this email from Sid it made me do an office hoot:
"holy fuck I can't walk and I'm covered in bruises. I woke up this morning thinking I'd been fighting australians but it turns out it was just a disagreement with a man that looked like chopper. I had no buttons on my jeans and when I couldn't find my phone I called it and it was outside my front door along with my belt. How the fuck does your belt come off? Don't worry I haven't been raped.
The good thing is, I feel terrible but I don't feel guilty. Good old fashioned drinking. Ouch"