We were round The Drag Queen's house for dinner. As usual this means that we turn up and the food is still in its raw state. Occassionally it doesn't even look completely dead. It then becomes The Boyf's job to cook it. It's not that The Drag Queen is a bad cook, quite the opposite. It's just that she's always far too busy to actually cook anything, and once we get there she always seems to find other things that need completing urgently. Like reading Cosmopolitan, drinking wine, smoking cigarettes and talking on her phone (all done simultaneously). So there we were on Wednesday evening, 8pm and The Boyf is cooking our dinner again.
Then the Drag Queen's flat mate came home from work (she's a nurse) and started telling us about her new boyfriend, who's just booked up a flight and hotel and is whisking her off to Italy for a romantic weekend. The conversation proceeds thus:
Nursey: I can't believe he's taking me to Italy already.
The Boyf: Why not?
Nursey: We've only seen each other a couple of times.
The Boyf: Must be keen on you then. What's he like?
Nursey: Welsh.
The Boyf: Oh. Pity.
Nursey: Yeah, but he's very sexy, and apparently loaded and generous. And I've not even snogged him yet. He's taking me to Italy and I've not kissed him properly!
(There is silence for a moment)
OMO: But you have fucked him, right?
(Nursey looks shocked)
The Drag Queen: Welcome to OMO's World, where you wouldn't have snogged your new boyfriend but would have screwed him almost immediately.
Much laughter ensues.
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