Say whaaaaaaat?!?!?!
Clearly The Xym is sporting one of them there "hidden indicators" what tell "those in the know" he's gay, when he clearly ain't.
You know, like wearing them low slung jeans with yer ass hanging out and pants on show means "I've been in prison for, like, ages and stuff, and I'm lowering my trousers to indicate I want someone to do me up the shitbox"
Obviously there's Something About Xymni that sends out a message that gayboys interpret as "oh hello, there's a fellow gayboy" resulting in the misinterpretation of Xym sexuality and last nights offer of Cameron Diazerry.
For after heaping much praise up one one's luscious locks, a request was made as to whether he could copulate with the crimpy Mohawk of lustful arousal.
He wanted to sex my hair! To fuck my fullsome follicle forestry with his fapped up phallus! To bukkake my barnet!
Ewwwwwww!
Well, that certainly put the wind up my manly mane (coz no-one putting the willies up MY plumage!) and from then on it was doomed. Rapidly descending into a wilted impotent mop, and where Princess Fiona might like to take Adam Sandler's chucked muck into her quiff (queef?) to stiffen her alicorn, I refuse to let another man jizz in my mowie just to maintain perfect plumage!
If anyone knows what the hidden signal for "I am gay" is, please let me know so I can remove it - I have no desire for unwarranted surreptitious spunkings to gel up my hair!
It would make my hair look terrible under the UV lights.
