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| Daddy, I have a problem, theres dis guy on DHR, he keeps making comics about me. I try to act like I don´t care, but the one about my mother was too much. | |
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| Oh dear son, I can remember when I was a wee battyboy back on de emerald island, I had a similar problem. | |
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"Now this was before the days of Riverdance, so Irish gays were quite uncommon."
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| Ay, Ya pommy Poof! Me an de boys have decided ta give your heid a good stompin. Oki? | |
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| Thats it! I´m selling me signed Bowie albums and moving to Boston, where some day I can marry a man. | |
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| Come on daddy, tell me the rest, why did you marry Mom if you are gay? | |
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| Well, lad, their is something ya need ta kno. When I first met your mother she had male genitalia. Another pint, ay? | |
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