Three hours of maniacal hysteria, and we now have a purple plumed preposterousness crowning me cranium!
Complete with tramlines!
Not only tramlined sidelines, but Aunty B went mad with razor power and went on to tramline me 'brow to devastating Fail!
Before dunking me beard in strawberry milkshakey substitute of a purpling nature!
Midge's milkshake brings all the boys to the yard!
Especially when she's in her gimp apron.
Alas and bewail, the loss of the long locks of the bushy bouffanty Don King skunkbadger has left the ring, and the purple mohawk reigns supreme.
Hold on Xym... that there mohawky plumage is not too dissimilar to the Feather McGraw style marigold upon the chickeny bonce!
All unhail The Xym.
Fuckin' cock!
