There's a young lady at the company I work for - Ultra Finishing - who has the hots for me. She's called Kirstie Fitzharris (which means she's descended from our Norman invaders, but there you go. She's a Norman). One of her best friends there is James Bradshaw, a very camp gay guy. Those two are on the 8am to 4pm shift and I'm on the 12pm to 8pm shift. If I arrive at work early for me, say around 11am, then the morning shift are on their break. So I am in the canteen just chilling before I start work and the morning shift are on their first break and Kirstie says to James things like "Would you fuck him?" (talking about me), "Would you suck him off?" etc. I'm just like "Oh, fuck off." I think she gets turned on at the thought of her gay male friend having sexual intercourse with the guy she fancies. She was angry with Nick Dooley on my shift yesterday. He accidentally kicked over a chair as he took his food out of the microwave. When he kicked it over it nearly hit me. She shouted at him: "That's it, Nick! Just go kicking over the chair. That nearly hit him, that did!"
Have you not seen the pictures of gays being hanged and/or thrown off of a roof? I'm sure you could locate them on-line 'cuz there's been a lot of them. Just sayin...
