Planned a nice lie in this morning. Went to a friends for a few drinks last night and at half 6 this morning, a little tweeting twat outside my window decides to start twittering it's twatty little head off. I've been up for ages now, and it's still merrily tweeting away without a care in the world. The little fucker.
Aibu to want to go outside and ring it's scrawny little neck?