So apparently Clay Aiken had unprotected boysex in a Quality Inn (per the National Enquirer and via Stumble):
The paper says “Paulus passed a polygraph exam” and “provided copies of instant message conversations he claims he had with bachelor Aiken over a two-week period.” He also says he “has towels he says were used by Aiken from the sexual encounter which he claims contains the singer’s DNA.”
Hmmm. I’ll bet the Quality Inn folks would like to talk to Mr. Paulus about the whereabouts of those towels. I don’t think you’re really supposed to take them out of the room with you when you leave…
“See this hat? I bought it at the cutest little store in Charleston. Check out my cool refrigerator magnets and postcards from Savannah. And don’t forget my spooge-encrusted towels and DNA samples from the Quality Inn in North Carolina.”
I miss the old days when people collected normal things like matchbooks and ashtrays…
