I ran into my friend D, who works in my office, when I left work last night. It was quite odd really as I'd just been thinking about him.
Me: Hello darling, how are you?
D: I went to GAY on Saturday and I was there for six hours and no one talked to me!
Me: Oh pet, that's not nice!
D: Clearly I have a face like a bag of smashed crabs.
Me: Hmmm, that's also not nice.
D: Oh well. One day we'll find our Prince Charmings.
Me: I wouldn't be too sure about that. I don't think he goes south of the river.
D: Where do you live?
Me: Brixton (sometimes I lie about this to make myself sound more ghetto).
D: We're fucked then, aren't we?
He's so cute. And he doesn't have a face like a bag of smashed crabs.
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