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Saturday, January 28, 2006

Someone Actually Had Sex With Clay Aiken?

Oh, how Clay's life has changed. Had he never gone on American Idol and discovered the flat iron, he would have never gotten laid.

Here's the best part of the National Enquier Clay Aiken gay sex expose running rampant on the internet:

“On Dec. 16, using the screen name of 'valleyprettyboy,' [CR: Class] Clay sent me his first instant message,” [John] Paulus claims. The two allegedly set up a meeting at a North Carolina hotel and, according to Paulus, spent the night having unprotected sex with the singer. He claims Aiken later asked him to be his secret boyfriend.

Can you imagine spending an entire 90 minutes looking at Clay's nasty carrot stick? And, sure, Clay, let's be "secret boyfriends," then you can share my locker and we can swap lunches during recess.

And who didn't know he was gay already (besides a few hundred thousand delusional Claymates)? Oh well, by Monday, no one will remember or care anyway.

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  • At 9:24 PM, Anonymous Claymate said…

    Clay & D'Luv = Equal Hotness. You two would make a hot couple. I'd bang the two of you.

  • At 1:45 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    D'Luv melts my Hagen Daaz.

  • At 3:18 PM, Blogger J'ason D'luv said…

    Well, if I were into boys who look like lesbians, I'd give Clay some D'Luvvin', too.

    But, I'm not... so... eww.

  • At 10:38 PM, Anonymous valleyprettyboy said…

    So D'Luv, you never got back to me.

    Wanna be secret boyfriends?

    Check yes or no!

  • At 1:21 AM, Blogger J'ason D'luv said…


  • At 2:19 PM, Blogger Joshua said…

    Secret Boyfriend SOOO needs to be a new single by Billie featuring B*Witched and Cleopatra on backing vocals.

  • At 10:40 PM, Blogger mediawhore said…

    This is not cricket. Glay... leave Mr Tumnus and get down to Mickeys already.

  • At 2:46 AM, Blogger Downtown Sal said…

    I'll never eat a carrot again...thanks

  • At 4:47 AM, Blogger Chus said…

    This is what I think: Clay Aiken


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