The effing f*ck is with the uke

Man, don't even get me started..I mean one minute you greet him with this expression that says you can't wait to puke..gossiping behind his back about his dark connections and oh so wrong gay orientation and then the next minute, you waltz into his office, shamelessly ask him for a favour and conveniently expects him to help you out free of charge and when he asks for a fee of sorts you oh so conveniently remember the times he was 'good' and then forget that you're the one who changed towards him like he was some plague. Boy get your story straight! You're either homophobic and steering clear or you pay for his goddamned fabour. So freaking annoying!