Gay Page #4

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It's Stephanie.

I'm sorry to call you...

Calm down, darling.

What's the matter?

I can't take it any more.

That guy is driving me crazy.

What guy?

- Well, Nol.

Come on, it can't be all that bad.

He's raided my fridge, he's

thrown up in my laundry basket...

I see. It's like that, is it?

And he tried to fondle me.

Steph, have you called

Tanja or Tessa yet?

Yes, but no one wants to

come and pick him up.

OK. I'll come and get him.

He can stay here for a night.

I'm really sorry. I'm sorry.

This will have consequences

for the renewal of your contract.

It's OK, darling. Just kidding.

See you soon.

There we are, Darling, look at this.

I know, piss-proud peeing

isn't easy, little Cher.

Cher, come here.

Here's your medicine. Yes, you

have to take it, or else you'll die.

Would you like an aspirin, darling?

- No, don't worry.

Those damn menstrual TV bimbos

are going to give me migraine.

What are you going to do today?

- That's a surprise for tonight.

I'm off to the office. I'll get some

extra champagne, too. And sushi.

Oh, and don't forget to pick up

that dog milk stuff from the vet.

OK.

Here, uno espresso, maestro.

Would you like a fried egg?

- No, I'll get something on the way.

Have we forgotten to invite anyone?

- No, I don't think so.

Oh yes, Jamai cancelled.

I picked up some

travel brochures for L.A.

Good morning, guys.

- Morning, Ger.

Hello, Gerda. You're late.

- Yes...

my cat has had the shits all week,

so I took him to the vet.

I took forever, you know how it is.

- Gerda, I'm about to have breakfast.

Right, I'm going to get dressed

and then I'll be off.

Bye, Max.

- Bye, Gerda.

I am a bit nervous, you know.

- I don't think it hurts too much.

You don't?

- No, it shouldn't be too bad.

If you say so.

Hello.

- Hi.

I have an appointment.

Put that down.

Pascal, you're not really

going to get a tattoo, are you?

Yes, it's the ultimate gift of love.

Max will know I want him forever.

But it's so in-your-face.

It's nice, but in-your-face.

We are in-your-face.

So, how's Ken?

When you're doing it with Max, then

you both know what you like, right?

Well, I never have that. And I wish

he'd finally really fall in love.

I read something the other day:

Sex without love...

is like ingesting caviar

through a gastric tube.

Now let me have a moan about Max.

Every time I tell him I love him,

he says 'ditto'. It's infuriating.

You don't have to go through with it.

- Snoes, I want to, OK?

Isn't it beautiful?

- What if your relationship ends?

Christ, Snoes, it's not going to.

One should take care not to

let the sauce thicken too much.

Add a little oleander,

and, ladies and gentlemen...

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