As I flounce all over the dance-floor
Checkin' Pretties that pass through the do-or
But they're wary of Xym's mental health
Coz I'm dancin' with my shelf
Proof enough, I think, that carpentry and clubbing don't mix.
However, clubbing in the Clubber Lang stylee is de rigeuer coz apparently I looks like Don King, arranging fisticuffs on the dance floor.
Except I ain'tst black!
Still, I suppose it's better than Donkey Kong. But not as good as Donkey Dong, which is a shame, as being blessed with a monsterous member would be better than a mountainous mop of cranial forestry. Impressive though the big backcombed bushy barnet is, it's a monumental failure as a Pretty attracting plumage.
Although as a man-magnet, it's disturbingly alluring... although this month I only got given 'The Eye'. No follicle gropeage, no man-hugging, no frottagey pole dancing using The Xym as pole. And 2 Pretties slapped me arse! So things are looking up!
From Well Fed Dredd to Don 'Seaman Staines' King in one night! Maybe I should refrain from giving the long luscious locks The Chop and keep the preposterous hair.
Decisions, incisions...
