The Bum Of All Queers
Fear not my fine, fat arsed friend, Mr Happy has no intention of visiting to the big mushy parts in your pants!
I have to admit though I did use to share Phil's leathers until Grampa Graham lent me a set of old yet provocative 'slit up the backside' Texports, which I spent hours gaffering up only to get stuck to the seat.
Twas Mojo who finally found me my very own unsoiled leather. The white Forza's for S$300. A bargain, I was the only Ang Moh that could get in them so they became mine.
Take a look at my gallery lad... you'll see me, my own sweaty Forza's and the loudest pig ever to grace the earth.