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Hello? I've had a bit of a tumble.A story of a young man trying to find his sexuality in the uncaring Thatcher years. Warning: Contains scenes of graphic homoeroticism.Yes! Yesterday's jam. That is what we are to them!... Actually, that doesn't work, as a thing, because, you know, jam lasts for ages.No, no there you go, no there you go. I just heard it come on.No, no, that's the music you heard when it come on.Yes! Yesterday's jam. That is what we are to them!... Actually, that doesn't work, as a thing, because, you know, jam lasts for ages.

He's had quite an evening. Someone stole his wheelchair. Did you see who it was? Red bearded man.I am a man, he's a man, we're men! Ok, tell me how your feeling. I feel delicate... and annoyed, and... I think I'm ugly.Huh, what you think I'm afraid of you? I'm not afraid of you.You know, it's high tide. But we're not on the coast. I'm closed for maintenance! Closed for maintenance? I've fallen to the communists! Well, they do have some strong arguments.Today I have a business empire the like of which the world has never seen the like of which. I hope it doesn't sound arrogant when I say that I am the greatest man in the world!He's had quite an evening. Someone stole his wheelchair. Did you see who it was? Red bearded man.

Huh, what you think I'm afraid of you? I'm not afraid of you.You're not comfortable with your sexuality? Oh, I'm very comfortable with my sexuality, I just don't want to be slapped in the face with their sexuality.A gay musical, called Gay. That's quite gay. Gay musical? Aren't all musicals gay? This must be, like, the gayest musical ever.You're not comfortable with your sexuality? Oh, I'm very comfortable with my sexuality, I just don't want to be slapped in the face with their sexuality.They just toss us away like yesterday's jam.See the driver hooks a function by patching the system call table, so its not safe to unload it unless another thread's about to jump in there and do its stuff, and you don't want to end up in the middle of invalid memory!

Might want to play a bit hard to get.Well that's easy to remember. 0118 999 88199 9119 725! ... 3!If anyone was ever rude to me, I used to carry their food around in my trousers. Oh my God! Before you brought it to their table? No, after! Of course, before! Why would I do it after?Unbelievable! Some idiot disabled his firewall, meaning all the computers on Seven are teeming with viruses, plus I've just had to walk all the way down the motherfudging stairs, because the lifts are broken AGAIN!A gay musical, called Gay. That's quite gay. Gay musical? Aren't all musicals gay? This must be, like, the gayest musical ever.No, no, that's the music you heard when it come on.

Dear Sir stroke Madam. Fire, exclamation mark. Fire, exclamation mark. Help me, exclamation mark. 123 Carrendon Road. Looking forward to hearing from you. All the best, Maurice Moss.I mean, they have no respect for us up there! No respect whatsoever! We're all just drudgeons to them!I'll put this over here, with the rest of the fire.Dear Sir stroke Madam, I am writing to inform you of a fire which has broken out at the premises of...From today, dialing 999 won't get you the Emergency Services, and that's not the only thing that's changing!OK. Moss, what did you have for breakfast this morning? Smarties cereal.

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