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People who say such things are generally dying to reveal all. If you do resist temptation and keep mum, I’ll take my hat off to you, and buy you a Mars Bar.
And no, Bradley, I am clearly not a gay. As Bohéy has demonstrated we have a big love and all manner of passions and things and chocolates and picnics and whatever else it is the straights do these days.
Oh no, darling! You mustn’t tell them about us. They’ll all be jealous of the joy we have found in each other’s arms. Sigh.
Oh. A different secret?
You’re gay, aren’t you?
People who say such things are generally dying to reveal all. If you do resist temptation and keep mum, I’ll take my hat off to you, and buy you a Mars Bar.
Dying? I’m practically reincarnating to spill.
And no, Bradley, I am clearly not a gay. As Bohéy has demonstrated we have a big love and all manner of passions and things and chocolates and picnics and whatever else it is the straights do these days.
Tease!
Are you me? Pretty good reveal if you were. OE.
You scrunch, not fold?
You amateurs. Clearly it’s a book deal in the final stages of negotiation.
Yes, darling, chocolates. That’s what the straights like you and I do. Chocolates. That’s correct. Well done.
You’ve stolen my job in the doughnut factory?
I do hope so.
Please.
GODDAM IT, IT’S A SECRET.