Whoo-hoo! Yet another fabulous Jacquard Anthems night!
And Xym is hot (allegedly). Hawt to teh Pretties (apparently). He got it a-goin' orn (or so they say).
Go Xym!
AND I didn't upset anyone! No awkward ruckus, no fractious brou-ha-ha, no spoilage whatsoever!¹
AND the trim slim Xym looks younger too!
How old is Teh Xym?
Early thirties? Pah-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!
Oh, so sorry - you're mid-twenties then?
*spits out cider in comedy gobsmackedness with an extra chortle*
Go Team Me! Babyfaced Xlimoni with his youth and energy, throwing shapes on the dancefloor like one of them there youths with their boundless energy and pulling all the cougars!
¹ AS FAR AS I CAN RECALL. I WAS RATHER INEBRIATED. MUCH MORE THAN USUAL. I MAY HAVE OPENED MY GOB ONCE MORE A BIT TOO MUCH ABOUT THE HOTNESS OF CERTAIN SELECT PRETTIES. POSSIBLY IN THE AURAL VICINITY OF CERTAIN MAIDENS OF A HIGH DEGREE OF PHWOARIVITY. ALSO, ONE SUSPECTS ONE HAS ELOQUENTY VOICED HIS ADMIRATION OF HIS TOP TRIUMVIRATE OF TOTTY, AND HOPES SAID ADORATION DOTH NOT REACH THE EARS OF SAID SEXY SIRENS, FOR THEN ONE WOULD HAVE TO TAKE TO HERMITUDE AND VANISH FOREVER FROM THE SOCIAL SCENE FOR FEAR OF FACING AFOREMENTIONED WONDEROUS WENCHES KNOWING THAT THEY KNOW XYM IS CARRYING A TORCH FOR THEM AFORE MARCHING WITH THE TORCHES THEY CARRY FOR ME - ALL AFLAME AND SETTING THE CASTLE ABLAZE AND FLAMBÉING XYM ALIVE IN HIS ÆRIE. OR SOMETHING...
