MANICHAEAN
05-16-2011, 07:50 AM
TOO MANY “F’s” IN QUEENS.
“Are you gay?”
“I beg your pardon.”
“Gee, is that an accent? You’re not from around here!”
“No, I am not gay and I am from England.”
“Wow, a Brit!”
“No my dear lady, I am an Englishman. The British Isles is composed of many diverse tribes, but I repeat, I am English. You are an American I presume?”
“Right on, name is Fiona French. First time in New York?”
“Good God what a coincidence. I’m named Freddy Ffrench, but with two “F’s” in my surname, one big and one small. Oh, and to answer your other question, actually it’s my first time in the USA.”
“Gee, all those “F’s” we have between us, big ones and small ones! That’s awesome!”
“I suppose it is somewhat unusual. What.”
“Have you ever been to a singles bar before Freddie?”
“Sorry, I wasn’t aware it was one. I just popped in for a quick drink and to see the natives, as it were. What.”
“That’s swell Freddie. Are you married? Any other little “f’s”?”
“No, no. I’ve been much much too occupied for all that. Work you know.”
“Do you live with your mother Freddie?”
“My, my all these questions. No actually I have a flat in London and I live with a cat called Woopsie. Mother lives in the country. Anyway enough about me. What about you?”
“Well I was in Playboy once in Girls from New York.”
“Really. That’s fascinating. Super photos, were they?”
“Yes I think so, especially when they shot the beaver.”
“Bastards, fancy doing a thing like that! Poor animal. Did it suffer? Back home we kill foxes, but then they are a pest and its good sport. But other animals no. We British are very fond of animals.”
“Oh Freddie you are so funny.”
“Am I? Well if you say so. Fancy a quick snifter with me?”
“No Freddie, I’d like to get to know you a bit better first. Perhaps we could do dinner one evening and get acquainted.”
“Sounds like a bloody good show to me. I’m up for it Fiona. Hope you don’t think I’m a bit of an ***.”
“Freddy honey, you’ve got a great ***, and what with the accent you are tops.”
“Thanks Fiona, you’re a bit top shelf yourself.”
“No, they are real.”
“No, no I mean. Oh never mind.”
“Are you gay?”
“I beg your pardon.”
“Gee, is that an accent? You’re not from around here!”
“No, I am not gay and I am from England.”
“Wow, a Brit!”
“No my dear lady, I am an Englishman. The British Isles is composed of many diverse tribes, but I repeat, I am English. You are an American I presume?”
“Right on, name is Fiona French. First time in New York?”
“Good God what a coincidence. I’m named Freddy Ffrench, but with two “F’s” in my surname, one big and one small. Oh, and to answer your other question, actually it’s my first time in the USA.”
“Gee, all those “F’s” we have between us, big ones and small ones! That’s awesome!”
“I suppose it is somewhat unusual. What.”
“Have you ever been to a singles bar before Freddie?”
“Sorry, I wasn’t aware it was one. I just popped in for a quick drink and to see the natives, as it were. What.”
“That’s swell Freddie. Are you married? Any other little “f’s”?”
“No, no. I’ve been much much too occupied for all that. Work you know.”
“Do you live with your mother Freddie?”
“My, my all these questions. No actually I have a flat in London and I live with a cat called Woopsie. Mother lives in the country. Anyway enough about me. What about you?”
“Well I was in Playboy once in Girls from New York.”
“Really. That’s fascinating. Super photos, were they?”
“Yes I think so, especially when they shot the beaver.”
“Bastards, fancy doing a thing like that! Poor animal. Did it suffer? Back home we kill foxes, but then they are a pest and its good sport. But other animals no. We British are very fond of animals.”
“Oh Freddie you are so funny.”
“Am I? Well if you say so. Fancy a quick snifter with me?”
“No Freddie, I’d like to get to know you a bit better first. Perhaps we could do dinner one evening and get acquainted.”
“Sounds like a bloody good show to me. I’m up for it Fiona. Hope you don’t think I’m a bit of an ***.”
“Freddy honey, you’ve got a great ***, and what with the accent you are tops.”
“Thanks Fiona, you’re a bit top shelf yourself.”
“No, they are real.”
“No, no I mean. Oh never mind.”