I have been pipped at the post. My parade has, so to speak, been pissed on. And besides, I've about used up all the "p's" on my keyboard.
I present a suggestion from my editor about how to liven things up (last one) a bit around here:
'Needed to finish a 6 x 6m grid of drinking straws called Slurp for a Coca-Cola HQ commish by the end of the day, but the infernal ABI supplier in greater Salt River was just arrested on crack possession and couldn't deliver, and now on my way home caught my iPod cable in the bike's spokes, and then, to top it all off, drove over Ed Young's fingers as he crawled out of the Kimberly at 11am, and now have a pending court case...Jesus Suffering Fuck, what a day!'
Sorry. Can't beat that.