Who are you calling a ‘sexy boy’? You absolute cheeky monkey, you’re embarrassing me now. Sure, you’ve got a good point, but do you really have to say so? You do? Oh well, fair enough I suppose.
It’s a quite a burden being an international heart throb for worms. Yes, worms. I don’t mean that as an insult, I’m literally talking about worms. Those wriggly things in the soil, yes. I actually take my responsibilities very seriously and have travelled the world spreading my message of love and equality to worms of all distinctions; from your common segmented worm, to the high and mighty peanut worm.
Last week, I made a public appearance at Wormbley Arena, and as I danced sensuously to the strains of ‘You Love Us’ by the Manic Street Preachers, millions of worms writhed in ecstasy. It’s great to have such job satisfaction.
