It Crowd Ipsum

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It's my term for my time of the month. Oh. What time of the month? The weekend? Huh, what you think I'm afraid of you? I'm not afraid of you. 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! You can come down here any time and I'll be waiting for you! [slams down phone] That told her! 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? 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.

I've got Aunt Irma visiting. Oh, do you not like Aunt Irma? I've got an aunt like that. A story of a young man trying to find his sexuality in the uncaring Thatcher years. Warning: Contains scenes of graphic homoeroticism. Nicer ambulances, faster response times and better looking drivers mean they're not just the Emergency Services, they're your Emergency Services. I'm a 32 year old IT-man who works in a basement. Yes, I do the whole Lonely Hearts thing! From today, dialing 999 won't get you the Emergency Services, and that's not the only thing that's changing! Hello, IT. Have you tried turning it off and on again?

OK. Moss, what did you have for breakfast this morning? Smarties cereal. Carrie, Moss! First scene in Carrie! Oh. Okay 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. From today, dialing 999 won't get you the Emergency Services, and that's not the only thing that's changing! A story of a young man trying to find his sexuality in the uncaring Thatcher years. Warning: Contains scenes of graphic homoeroticism. No, no there you go, no there you go. I just heard it come on.

Huh, what you think I'm afraid of you? I'm not afraid of you. 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. Dear Sir stroke Madam, I am writing to inform you of a fire which has broken out at the premises of... 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? A story of a young man trying to find his sexuality in the uncaring Thatcher years. Warning: Contains scenes of graphic homoeroticism. So, remember the new number! 0118 999! 88199, 9119 725! ... 3!

OK. Moss, what did you have for breakfast this morning? Smarties cereal. 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. Hello? I've had a bit of a tumble. They just toss us away like yesterday's jam. Yes! If there were such a thing as a drudgeon, that is what we'd be to them. I'm a 32 year old IT-man who works in a basement. Yes, I do the whole Lonely Hearts thing!

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