So, what did you do in London, my mother asks me as I walk in.
Paid someone to tie me up, beat me and piss on me. I think.
Oh – nothing much, I reply. Just saw some friends.
You smell nice. Have you just washed your hair?
Well yes, actually. Rather thoroughly.
Strange sort of life, we live. Well, I do anyway. But so do you, probably.
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Fucking off now, Ma’am. |
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Many marriages become oppressive and abusive after a while. In this case, about 11 minutes. |
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I have a very literal mind. It’s quite convenient, because it means I don’t need to take offence every time I’m called a ‘wanker’. |
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She can annex my southern regions with an illegal plebiscite any time she likes.
Geddit? Bit-o-politics, bit-o-politics |
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Yurshhh mw’am. Gulp. Bleah! |