Who needs the f***ing Osbournes?

I apologise in advance for the coarse nature of this anecdote...

Overheard at a friend's house on Saturday morning (let's call him A):

A: "Mam, I did a bad thing last night. I shagged that girl from work. Now she wants me to shag her over the boss's desk sometime this week."
Mother: "But A, that's a sackable offence!"