When you’re late for work, you gotta walk in fast and act like you’re mad.

If we’re not meant to have midnight snacks, why is there a light in the fridge.

Sorry I’m late, I got here as soon as I wanted to.

I can’t sleep good when I know the food is feeling cold in the fridge.

The trick is to not let people know how weird you are until it’s too late for them to back out.

She’s the kind of beautiful that makes me do 40 push-ups in my room at 3am.

Sorry about my behavior as of late. I have plastic in my brain.

Sorry I’m late. I was in the car waiting for my song to end.

Sorry I’m late, my dog was sleeping in the shape of a donut and I had to take so many photos.

Sorry I’m late. My catapult malfunctioned.

Sorry I was late, I was disassociating in the shower.

Due to foreseen circumstances, well within my control, I will be late.

The sexual tension between me and a late afternoon coffee to get me through the workday.

Sorry I’m late, I was fighting for my right to party.

Sorry I’m late. I was scraping the clearance tag off your Christmas present.

Sorry I’m late, I believed the washing machine when it said it only had one minute left in the cycle.

The worst is when it’s too late to take a nap but too early to go to bed.

Sorry I’m late, my song came on at the grocery store.

I am “any text received after 9pm will be answered at 6am” years old.

Sorry I’m late, there was bubble wrap.