First of all, he has an outy.
Thirdly, we like it when things are named literally. Like Poultry, in London’s glittering City of London. You know, where they sold the poultry. And Threadneedle Street. You know, where they threaded needles. And Hanger Lane. Where Ikea get their coat hangers from. And Leather Lane, where knights of the realm got bummed in leather harnesses. And Piccadilly Circus.
And Cocksox. Sox (sic) for cocks. They’re a snug fit for your schlong. And this fella-me-gentleman caller is their new face/cock, one Tristan Hamilton. When he’s being teased, he likes to be called Tricia. There’s a video of him fannying around in his pants after the jump. You may wish to linger at around 0.24.
In conclusion, you can never have enough hats, gloves, shoes and nice pants.
Though you (probably) wouldn’t say to your mum come Christmas, ‘Please may I have a doll, a drum, a Slush Puppy machine and a pair of Cocksox please. Large, like Daddy.’