Honey, can we talk…
Not about last night’s squish squish sadness documentary Surviving Gazza - about Paul Gascoigne of football related weeping and drinking slightly too many alcoholic beverages fame. Not about his wife Sheryl’s cartoon comedy perma-surprised eyebrows. Not about how we couldn’t quite take anything Bianca Gascoigne whined seriously. Not about the baby gay aka Regan Gascoigne off-of real-live Gascoigne sperm. But let’s discuss (or simply look at) how hot Gazza step-son Mason is. Witness exhibit A above and various other exhibits overleaf. You know what to do - over the jumpy with you.
All this white-weeing material comes c/o these kindly folk. We’re glad to see some people out there are as perve-tastic as our fine selves.
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Er, no.
Yes, yes and more yes.
Just looks like an average looking boy to me. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
During Mason’s struggles, I would be more than happy to give him a shoulder to do anything on. It was the way he smoked his lambert and bulter fags that got me going. Chav-tastic.
Gazza was quite nice looking in his day. It’s just now that he looks like a raddled old ball sack. Let that be a sobering warning to us all!
Seriously, am I totally missing something here? He’s a nice looking kid, as my mother would say, but let’s not go overboard.
If you’re into chav - then it’s a yes all the way. If you are not - maybe he’s not your cup of Lady Grey. Personally I’d do it once, twice, three times a hot young boy.
My dream is thus: he wears his Umbro shorts while I wear his Red Stripe-soaked breath on the back of my neck.
He’s alright, I suppose. If you’re into ‘deeply ordinary’.
He would be an end-of-nighter for me, if the one I really fancied went AWOL….
Nice image you created there Pilar. Can I join in?