The
Feck
Does
The Xym
Even
Bother
Bothering?
Am I bovvered? Face? Bovvered? Nah - not me!
That really is the very last time The Xym bothers making an effort with The Pretties.
See - I knew this would be how things go. Every time. Without fail.
Xym, oh Xym - Go For it, Xym!
Nah, I has no chance.
Oh Xym, Oh Xym, you has! Believe me, you HAS!
So Xym goes for it.
As predicted, Xym had no chance.
So, no longer any need to reign in the comedy lechment!
But Xym - you're such a catch! You just need to go after different bait!
No way, dude! No way am I going after some bloke's weeny maggot being dangled in me face!
Ha ha Xym - you so funny! I can't understand why you's still single!
Well, just think why YOU aren't going out with me. Got it? THAT'S why no-one else will either! Pretties with a penchant for short fat trollfaced gothboys with preposterous hair and ludicrous adornments and ridiculous accoutrements are somewhat thin on the ground!
And by thin, one means NON EXISTANT!
Still - explains why I have been furnished with a deafening silence regarding the location for celebratory inebriating beverages tonight. Seems The Xym hath once again Made Hisself Unwelcome and is surplus to requirements, and his presence is no longer required, hence venue concealment.
And there was me thinking things were going so well.
For once.
Again.
Shan't be bothering again.
Safe to say The Xym knows his place. Seeing as any confidence built up has been torn down further than God buggering Sodom to the ground, it's back to admiring married and long-term-partner'd Pretties who appreciate someone still finding them alluring, yet safe in the knowledge that there's no danger of impropriety, thus avoiding let-down and disappointment time after time.
Do we think Xym's better off alone?
Oooh
[don't bother to] Talk to me...
