Started out well @ Rocky Horror... had a chat with the barbabe from The WhatACunt before the show, and then the show.
Not the best version I've seen - VERY fast paced, but still really good... except for Stereotypical Gay Guy behind us, camply gossiping loudly throughout the entire show. I couldn't give a shit about what he had for tea, his sick aunt's illness, or where his friends are. I can't hear the fucking show. By Act II, me & mah glorious Sis and other patrons were ready to do a Kimi and silence the incessant diatribe of verbal diarrhea with a punch in his basqued tits.
So I finally politely asked the jabbering tossfucker to Shut The Fuck Up.
On the plus side, it emboldened others to take up the mantel, and other loud whitterers were asked by others to Shut The Fuck Up!
Yay!
Anyhoo, off to The WhatACunt for ShitPloppin'.
And Xym seems to quite popular with The Pretties tonight and finds himself dancing with some right hot babes. Oh, and apparently, Xym looks like that there Magnum Pie! Xym's being eyed up left, right and centre (well, so he's told, but he can't see a fecking thing through them shades in a deep dark club!). Staff, Dancing Girls, hordes of Honeys - all adoring The Lord of Lard that be Xym!
Good, good timez... until Alternative Pretties start extorting funds from The Xym under false accusations of pint pilferage!
The Xym! Blamed for thieving a Pretties pint, and being forced to shell out financial recompense for some foul beverage I'd rather drink me own piss instead of.
You know The Xym - he has bloody 'orrible combinations that bring tears to people eyes (although that could having to view his troll-like visage). A sip of which results in facial contortion at the taste worse than tart lemons! Why would Xym even attempt a 'normal pint' let alone burgle someone's beverage?
Ok, I've been falsely accused of a lot off stuff over the years. Mainly coz I'm an easy target, being Alternative, and therefore 'that weirdo', so Intend to ignore such ignorance. But accusations of alcopop kleptomania from another Alternative, and having to fork out further funds right pissed me off.
What's worse was that after exorting my expenses, she was claiming to have bought me a drink as she felt bad for having to claim back a pint... bought me a drink with my own fecking cash I handed out! And how can she possibly buy Xym a drink? You barely know him, let alone what He drinks! What, you just bought something random and foul as token appreciation of Conning A Free Drink Out Of Xym?
Fucksake - if Pretties want Xym to buy 'em a drink, all they need to do is ask! I'd gladly buy a Pretty a drink, but Xym was most offended at the underhand method of duplicity used to blag a free drink.
Apparently, it was all a misunderstanding caused by a Certain Person Who Shall Remain Nameless, 'K...
Misunderstanding or not, The Xym was berated and accused upon the dance floor and shamed into lightening his fiscal worth in front of everyone, knowing full well it was all bollocks (and I did ask 3 times if they were sure. Really sure). And that was most uncomfortable and embarassing.
Another fab night out ruined at the last minute. :(
