'No, I'm not lying, the cockroach DID talk to me, I swear it on my daughters life!' Bellowed Taylor.
She'd dug herself a hole.
An innocent lie about where she'd been for the past hour had spiraled out of control and she had no idea how to reel it in.
It was only after she claimed that the engagement ring the roach had given her had been stolen by a sneaky liquid metal glass of port that she thought 'maybe I should just admit I was masturbating in the disabled toilet'.
Having a super attractive boss had NOT turned out to be the joy she'd imagined.
Of course it was her daughter who suffered in the end.