Wednesday, 13 July 2011


Andrew: Come in. Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. I understand you're fucking my wife.
Milo: That's right.
Andrew: Right.
Milo: Yes, right.
Andrew: So we've cleared that up.
Milo: We have.
Andrew: I thought you might deny it.
Milo: Why would I deny it?
Andrew: Well, she is my wife.
Milo: Yes, but she's fucking me.
Andrew: Oh, she's fucking you too? Well, I'll be buggered. Sorry.
Milo: Yes, it's mutual.
Andrew: You take turns?
Milo: We fuck each other. That's what people do.
Andrew: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I follow.
Milo: We're in love.
Andrew: You're in love?
Milo: That's right.
Andrew: Let me top you up. I heard a rumor that you wanted to marry her. That can't be true, can it?
Milo: Why not?
Andrew: In this day and age, is marriage absolutely necessary? Isn't it a bit old hat?
Milo: ls it?
Andrew: It's a mug's game. I wouldn't go near it if I were you. You can't marry her. You can't marry her because she's married to me. Unless I divorce her, of course.

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