Oestrus Pudenda Creative Genius

I was surfing the box with my regular bit of minge when she forced me to watch some ladyboy from Leicester dress up a middle-aged housewife from Derby. Sounds like another wild night for Max Mosley, (who, as the courts have proven, most definitely isn’t a Nazi fucker) but no, this is Gok Wan and he’s my new gay hero.

There have been a few occasions in my life when I have felt a twinge of jealousy for our fairy friends - like J Lo’s nipple tweaker or the dress maker who had to hold Kelly Brook’s tit while it was taped into an outfit. But nine times out of ten I am more than happy with the pink tardis.

After watching Gok for half an hour I couldn’t have more respect for the guy/gal/whatever. Gok’s a fucking pimp. When my truck load of Estonian girls finally arrives I thought it was going to take me a week to break em down and pimp them out, Gok did it in half an hour and without beating them with a coat hanger. The GGW goes up to them, grabs their boobs, says ‘let’s get these out’, makes them wear lingerie that would put Jodie Marsh to shame, and they fucking love him for it. To top it all off he even got them to stand in a shop window naked, made Oxford Street look like my favourite part of Amsterdam.

Just tried the same action on my squeeze and you can guess the result, yes I am writing this rather then being balls deep in my new pimped out ho.

Hail to the Gok dirt track riding pimp.