I’m appalled by today’s blind item from The New York Daily News,
Which Middle-American pop star, who really should have learned to stay off the Internet, has been chatting online again? Apparently his ultimate romantic ambition is a simultaneous date with an entire NBA team (except he didn’t use quite those words).
The name on everyone’s lips is Clay Aiken. Clay Aiken? No way Clay Aiken is gay much less is he fantasizing about a gang bang with an entire NBA team. That dude’s a pin-up for masculinity. Whenever I get into an argument over who’s the toughest celebrity SOB, I take a picture of Clay Aiken out of my wallet and shove it in their silly little faces. The silence is deafening as I gently put it back making sure the corners don’t get bent. Clay Aiken has a predilection for NBA dick? How dare you sir.