“So.. what is your sexual preference?”
Freek had a strange way of thinking about people’s intentions and is never really sure about them.
He spits the mouthful of tea he was about to swallow back into the mug.
This time he was sure..
He unwraps the biscuit he got when he said “Yes” to the innocent question “Biscuit?”
Slowly pulling away the wrapping it reveals a perfect round cornered square
biscuit designed in a streamlined fashion perfected for diving into a cup of tea.
“Do you fancy girl or boys?”
He gets out of the Freud’s couch and drops the biscuit on the floor and starts to grind it between the bottom of his shoe and the carpet.
Moving around the room like a Choo Choo Train.
His psychiatrist hides behind his notepad trying not to witness this violent act on a biscuit.
Freek leaves the room.
This time he was sure..
All Englishmen are homo.
Freek had a strange way of thinking about people’s intentions and is never really sure about them.
He spits the mouthful of tea he was about to swallow back into the mug.
This time he was sure..
He unwraps the biscuit he got when he said “Yes” to the innocent question “Biscuit?”
Slowly pulling away the wrapping it reveals a perfect round cornered square
biscuit designed in a streamlined fashion perfected for diving into a cup of tea.
“Do you fancy girl or boys?”
He gets out of the Freud’s couch and drops the biscuit on the floor and starts to grind it between the bottom of his shoe and the carpet.
Moving around the room like a Choo Choo Train.
His psychiatrist hides behind his notepad trying not to witness this violent act on a biscuit.
Freek leaves the room.
This time he was sure..
All Englishmen are homo.
