NOW FUCK OFF.
THIS IS SHIT. I DON'T WANNA
DO THIS FOR A LIVING.
WHO'S GOING TO WANT TO GIVE ME
AN HAND JOB WHEN I'M A DAD?
- COURSE.
- COOL.
NO, IT WASN'T THE FIRST THING.
THIS WAS THE FIRST THING.
BRILLIANT, YOU'VE EFFECTIVELY ENDED MY LIFE.
WHY NOT GO THE WHOLE HOG AND JUST SHOOT ME?
- YOU COMING, SI?
- NAH.
- OH, HE WAS ALL RIGHT.
- NO, HE WASN'T.
- YOU'RE NOT MY DADDY!
- OH, BOLLOCKS!
EVIDENTLY! SO IS THAT IT?!
SO SHALL I JUST...
MAYBE, IN THE FREE
TIME. JUST THE TWO OF US?
RIGHT, THEN.
I SUPPOSE SO.
- IT'S NOT WORKING, IT'S TOO SOFT!
- ONE MORE TIME, PLEASE.
BEHAVE.
WELL, I'M GOING BACK TOMORROW, YOU NEED
TO FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE TO BASH ONE OUT.
- I'LL GIVE YOU A BLOW JOB.
- NO.
SHE THOUGHT I WAS REALLY GOOD-LOOKING.
- AND WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?
- I'VE GOT A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE,
THAT BURNING MY POSSESSIONS
WAS NOT ONLY OK, BUT HILARIOUS.
AND WE CAN JUST PRETEND
IT NEVER HAPPENED
EXCEPT IT'S NOT, THOUGH, IS IT?
IT'S HOLIDAYS FOR OLD PEOPLE.
- I'VE MADE YOU A CD.
- RIGHT.
IT WAS TWO KISSES ACTUALLY, AND SHE'S
TOLD ME SHE'S COMING TO THE PUB TONIGHT