xD I hadn't actually picked up on the fact that your Tumblr is entirely devoted to your unfortunate case of ephebiphobia. Exfoliate the hatred, sir! I recommend a volunteer course down at your local youth centre. And I shan't talk to you until you've done it. HONEST TO SERIOUS LIKE.
Also, I take your thoughtless words about male-on-male affairs as a personal challenge. Here, in its fullest form, is my effort describing your typical night:
The mists of Andrew's ashed memory obscure
Last night betwixt covers, after all that liqueur.
Was it planned? Was it rash? Was he more-or-less smashed?
The streets pose a challenge his head balks at facing
For a straight line's impossible with both butt-cheeks aching.
'Oh, sorry,' he mumbles, 'pon hitting a lady,
'Watch where you're going!' she snarls, looking shady,
But honest-to-goodness, it's not Andy's fault,
And if you think it was, well, you're really a dolt.
I NEVER SAID I WAS A POET OKAY. :P
And how did I come across my new job? Well, obviously I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a walrus. And naturally my light-show talents were recommended via that route. Keep up, tsk.
xD dude, I'm basically a Buffy virgin. I've only seen series one and a couple of episodes of two and that's it. I'm guessing Sexy Lady Sentenced to Life in Andy's Avatar is from a bit later on, lol. DON'T TAKE MY RITES AWAY PLEASE I'M SORRY