| it was monday morning in mr baldys sociology lecture, and as usual, his students were at a loss as to what he was waffling about... |
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 | scuse me mr baldy, but wo exactly is this lecture about, and are there any overheads because i don't know what the f#*k you're on about | |
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| overheads?OVERHEADS? you wouldn't get overheads at cambridge, dearie me, no! | |
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| the argument became more heated as mr baldy declined into a spiral of self pity and self loathing - later to turn into self abuse |
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| thats as maybe, but we didn't choose to go to cambridge, we chose to come here to the UBOS, so, once again, what the hell are you on about? | |
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| i don't have to take this, i used to be in a band you know. people loved me, they gave me hugs n kisses, i used to have hair, i had a great big quiff and i looked and sounded like gary glitter, but only sh#tter | |
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| completely losing the plot, mr baldy retreated to his secret place where he was indeed, gary glitter - only sh#tter |
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| what a tosser | |
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| you wanna be in my gang? my gang? my gang? oh yeah | |
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