Yo kids, that's NOT Mr. Michael Jackson, straight out of a bleach dip, alright? That's India's very own gay fashion designer, Rohit Bal(ls), a.k.a. Gudda (if my Hindi is still as perfect as it was when I used to fail the subject in school, that translates into "Ken Doll"). Imagine calling yourself "Ken Doll". More like Ken DULL. Where's my lube, Kendall?
I nudge you in your breasts, moobs, testicles, or whatever your private areas might be, and ask you, where's the creativity behind that, huh? How about trying to match me. Yeh, me, the authority on Greek mythology. Cow Tse Tung, a.k.a. Adon(k)i(e)s. That's just one of my avataras (manifestations, you illiterate twat), of course.
Anyway, where were we...Gudda. So yes, as I said, Gudda is more like a Gaydda, and Gudda don't like no Gudiyas (BARBIES). So all you desi peroxide blonde Barbies, come right into my arms, for I appreciate you, and Gudda does not. Ah, the benefits of being ambisexual.
Yo, we've gone totally off-topic today. What's new, eh? Yeh, so this guy, is like one of India's top fashion designers. And what does he go and do? He not only goes and bids for Michael Jackson's old suits, but shows up at parties wearing these ugly creations. Man, haven't you heard of suit rentals? At least you'd look half-decent that way.
I think Gudda's losing his mind. Too much gay sex, drugs and frock 'n' roll have made him age faster than that F1 Alonso kid (damn him) drives. Style icon? I wouldn't trust this wannabe-child-molester-designer with styling my pubic hair. Where's Ritu with big Beri's when I need her?
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