Darren runs into an old flame, Sarah Tall But Plain
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| Hey Darren, remember that Saturday night at the Ukranian Club? | |
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| She's a bit tall and fairly plain. Maybe I can do better | |
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Another old flame, Murg, propositions the self-styled Romeo
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| Hey Darren, remember that Christmas at the Acapulco? | |
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| Wow, she's much better. Ugly though, and a bit of a spaz. I'd best find someone else | |
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Darren finally finds his bandmate, Firth. They walk off hand in hand
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| Hey Darren, I'm gonna be in the RAF you know? And I'm not a gay weasel geek, despite what everyone says. | |
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| He likes Blink 182, he plays guitar, he's got a gay smile, what more could I want? Let's go baby! | |
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