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Jag bjöd in honom till ett csgo-lan hemma hos mig. Han tackade ja och jag såg fram emot att han skulle komma. När han dök upp, tryckte han upp mig mot väggen och började nafsa mig i örat, jag kände hans styva kuk mot mitt lår. Jag slog honom på käften och one-tappade honom. Det visade sig att han var bög. Skum snubbe, lita inte på honom
"My house is your house", his brow suddenly furrowed and he looked worried,
"although only in a metaphorical sense, you understand, because I would
not, much as I always admired your straightforward approach, and indeed
your forthright stance, actually *give* you my house, it being the only
house I have, and therefore the term is being extended in an, as it were,
gratuitous fashion --"
Owlglass was clearly having some trouble getting to the end of the sentence.
-- Carpet philosophers at work
(Terry Pratchett, The Carpet People)
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