I was only nine years old. I loved Gordon Ramsey so much, I had all the merchandise and movies. I'd pray to Gordon every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Gordon Ramsey is love", I would say, "Gordon Ramsey is life". My dad hears me and calls me a Jew faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Gordon Ramsey. I called him a bitch ass fucking Elephant Man lookin ass virgin with a 2cm penis. He slaps me for the accuracy of my statement and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Gordon. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "dash ran away with my penis". He grabs me with his powerful master chef hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Gordon. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Gordon. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Gordon. He roars a mighty "fuck", as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Gordon looks him straight in the eye, and says, "sausage". Gordon leaves through my window. Gordon Ramsey is love. Gordon Ramsey is life.
